It's pretty hysterical at 5AM. And 11AM. And 8PM.





I was reading an article in Women's Health while working out last night and found an article called "The Scoop on Mr. Right." Well maybe I wouldn't call it an article, more like a little side note. Apparently researchers have found that your favorite ice cream flavor describes your outlook on life and that certain flavor personalities make natural romantic partners.
Have you ever wondered what happened to Cleopatra's twins when she died? Didn't even know she had twins? Me neither. That's the beauty of historical fiction, you learn things while engrossed in the depth of a beautiful story.
If you can't tell what it is, it's a recipe/cookbook holder. (Rachael Ray cookbook not included). And a perfect one at that. I also found an order/shipping confirmation but nothing else. I know it's not from any of my immediate family members because it's still two weeks from my birthday. And I don't know who else has my actual address.
I don't know who sent this to me, but I hope that whoever did is reading this post today. Because here's your thank you card.
I love it. Thank you!
And I love surprises. So if anyone else feels like getting me something else from my birthday list, I'd be more than happy to accept. And even write you a real (or virtual) thank you card.
So I'll have more details about the race tomorrow, but I'm going to use this post for more selfish reasons. The blog I review books on is up for the best collaborative book award for the "blogger book appreciation awards," and I'd love to win. Not sure what winning means other than maybe a cool button our blog and bragging rights, but that's something right? So if you have a free second and want to go vote for my blog (or any others if you feel they deserve the award more), feel free.
Happy long weekend! I'll be back on Tuesday with wobbly legs and a new long-sleeved t-shirt.

Or see lions on an African safari.
