So...THAT happened!

This morning on my walk to work a little boy in a school bus flipped me off.

Minutes later I was crossing the street and a really big van turning left came right up beside me and took the turn RIGHT FREAKING IN FRONT OF ME. In one second my entire field of vision was filled by a yooge big van whooshing in front of my nose. I was so shocked I actually yelled something, which may or may not have been Fucking hell, dude!

Also, muscles that are still sore from Wednesday's aerobics class (yes, aerobics class. I was raised by a Jane Fonda-loving mother.) include my ass, stomach, back, upper arms, and left ankle. That last one is worrisome, as technically one's left ankle is not a muscle but a bone and ligament conglomerate. Hypochondriacally, I am convinced that I have gangrene and will soon need an amputation.

Furthermore and in conclusion, I have been requested (nay, commanded!) to come in to work for a few hours tomorrow morning. Wah wah wah barf suck crap.

Oh, for school to begin! Oh, for my working life to be over! Oh, for the sweet golden god arms of my future prince and love, "retirement," to encircle me!