AND! Tomorrow is my birthday! Thirty-Seven, babies! It's an auspicious age, numerologically. I checked, and I have more grey hairs and wrinkles and whatnot, sure signs of wisdom and general awesomeness. Last night I finally managed to have that bubble bath, after the Spa/Locksmith Fiasco of Friday. I have no special plans, really, but the week is young.
We've been having a really good weekend of getting things done, hanging out, watching DVDs, and not going anywhere. Cleaned out the garage, cut boys' hair, that kind of stuff.
Today, the sun is shining, and I am going to jump on the trampoline at least Thirty-Seven times, to celebrate!
Edited: Trampoline jumping is FANTASTIC pelvic-floor exercise! Be prepared to run to the loo a few times... And, I can still do a toe-touching 'Stretching Star Jump', impressing the boys like mad!