In the words of Paula Abdul, or whoever used to write Paula Abdul's songs, I have taken two steps forward and two steps back. Where does that put me? Right in the same spot, as I would like to think.
Step 1 forward: My mom shelac-ed my toe/finger nails. It is amazing. It's like super polish that doesn't come off. You paint it on and zap the shit with a super cool laser beam.
Step forward 2: My mom bought me a new strapless bra. My old ones were falling off and made me look like this (sorry Drew). It's a much needed lift, pun intended.
Step back 1: I took back my DVR and switched to basic cable. I now get PBS, PBS and one more I forgot....oh, PBS.
Step back 2: I ate a crap load of spaghetti and I feel like...a load of crap.
*** I 'd like to thank my mom for my forward steps, and thank being poor and not able to control my eating for my steps back.