Cpt Mom is home. Yay. I have missed her and have been envious of her travels. She was also quick to remind me of Phoebe's running. Which is EXACTLY how I looked doing my intervals. I've done intervals 2 more times, and still I look like Pheebs. We'll see if I ever outgrow the awkward running stage. I highly doubt it.

And in other non life changing news...

I partook in the world's smallest amount of communion "wine" today. There was a drop or two of juice in a communion cup, so I took it because, well, I'm obnoxious like that. Turns out there was a crack in the cup so it had been a slow leak since Sunday School. But here is why I ADORE Cpt Mom. After I sipped my minuscule amount of juice, Cpt Mom says, " I love the symbolism of the juice dripping over your hand." People, I am so glad that Jesus has a sense of humor, because that was FUNNY. Or sacrilegious. I'm sure I will look back on that moment as one of the holiest in my life.

I am binging on ice cream. It's been a red letter PMS week, and I am not handling it well. You'll notice when I don't weigh in this week. Because, frankly, I don't want to know. I'll try to pick up the pieces next week. I'm now wondering if it could qualify as a study on how much ice cream one can truly eat without going into a diabetic coma.

Since I revealed that, I'd also like to include some great news. I fit into my fitness hero's capris this weekend. I had spilled on my shorts as I was getting out of my car to help set up for a wedding shower, so I called her hoping she had a larger pair of pants, capris, sweats that I could borrow. Folks, she brought jean capris that are her normal wearing size and I FIT IN THEM. And I did not look squeezed into them. Praise God. Did I get a picture? No. But the moment is forever burned in my heart. And I may take a picture yet because I haven't returned them.