I’m ending my 22nd year potentially spending $895 on shiny new pumps. Only problem is, they aren’t made by Prada or Christian Louboutin. They’re made by Volkswagon. Oh happy day. I don’t think life understands that that wasn’t on my Kaboodle birthday list:

Birthday! by moemarsita

I’m practically eating pain killers like they were candy. And by practically, I mean I’ve only taken them once, but they’ve been on my mind ever since I awoke this morning. My muscles are throbbing with soreness even though my body isn’t moving. A massage is no relief because of the pink burned skin. I’ve been in a constant state of “ow” since I rolled over in bed, cursing the habitual nature of our universe that it was morning again.

Then again, spending the weekend launching the wakeboard off the wakes and lounging in the Lake Don Pedro sun with old and new friends ain’t too shabby. Oh it hurts so good.

Photos to follow…