My plum.

The plum I’m eating tastes like booze.  Is this right?  Has my plum gone bad?  I’m not going to stop eating it… but it probably has totally gone bad.

Bootcamp was this afternoon, and I want to die less than ever.  Progress!

Bellydancing last night.  Monique kindly checked the studio for cameras when we suggested she was just trying to make us look stupid.

Alas, it is time to finish my totally skanky plum.  Exciting first blog post, over here.

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