So all of my faithful followers who are going through separation anxiety because I haven't written in so long--be of good cheer! Sadly, I have been out of commission lately due to a quite unfortunate set of events which I shall henceforth relate...
I would like to blame fashion magazines. Alas, giving pre-teens eating disorders is not their only sin. These unfortunate bits of destroyed forest are infamous for relating the latest workout advice. "Six Steps to Sexy Abs" or "Get Angelina's Lips with Three Moves You Can Do in Your Car!" You get my drift. So being the avid workout fiend I am, I opted to try some new yoga poses that guaranteed to give me Jen's arms (you can check them out next time you see me ;) Like any ol' yoga session, I put on some chill music in my room and began all the breathing and centering, third eye whatnot. I wish I could really describe the complications of this pose with adequate detail...I suppose I could take some step-by-step photos but I'm wearing a dress and I don't want to change. Anyways...just trust me when I say it was difficult. So mid Downward Dog Flip Over Action, I managed, despite my excellent sense of balance and grace, to fall over...into my desk...and kick over my water bottle...onto the keyboard.
This all happened at the beginning of June. Gateway told me on the phone that they would return my baby in 7-10 days. 20 days later, she comes home.
Finally.
I thought I was going to cry this morning when I walked in to find the box on my table. Ahh...welcome home Athena :)
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