Stupid allergies. Stupid sinuses. If I had a drill handy, I'd probably try to remove them myself. Bleah. I'm quite sure that there are two levels of Hell that Dante didn't elaborate on: in one of them, you're chained to a Stairmaster for all eternity, one with no "off" switch; in the other, you suffer from never-ending post-nasal drip. Granted, the latter is probably one of the higher levels, wedged somewhere between "standing in line at the DMV" and "locked in a computer lab where you have web access, but through a proxy server that will only let you access
Little Green Footballs". (And for the proper perspective there, I don't much mind standing in line at the DMV, while even typing "Little Green Footballs" nearly breaks me out in hives.)
( weight loss/Weight Watchers content )Halloween costume has been procured, and it involves an excuse to wear the dead sexy patent leather "Pervella" boots. Go me! ;)