You know what's funny? When you are finally ok with being thirty and then the next morning you wake up with a pimple on your chin.
Oh wait, that's not funny. That is a MEAN JOKE. Why am I still getting pimples? And if I'm still getting pimples it would only be fair if it came with a size 4 waist and the ability to do a toe touch. I mean, come on!
And then yesterday I went to the gym being all smug that I'm trying to stay in shape and then I hurt myself stretching. From what I understand, stretching is what you do to NOT hurt yourself.
Sigh, chin up.
(see what I did there?)
