Here I sit, in some pajama pants and a giant sweatshirt that doesn't match. I've played on the computer for a good hour, I'll watch CSI:Miami, and then go to bed. Unless you consider going to a bar to watch football, I haven't been out in a really long time. My idea of a good time is sitting on the patio with a glass of wine instead of going downtown. I learned to play cansata for pete's sake. It makes me think about Meredith "I'm so sullen" Grey saying "We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?"
I decided it was time to change my facebook photo, so I was going through all my picture folders and found some doozies. (See that, see how I am using words like "doozy?" I may need you to stage an intervention.) I would tell you the background story, but that wouldn't be near as much fun. So every once in awhile, I am going to post a "before" and an "after." If you want to know the in between, you'll just have to ask...
BEFORE: At a bar on 4th street
AFTER: Dislocated knee-cap with a giant leg brace