(Yes, of course you are!) I'm 100% ready for the weekend, with nothing planned except reading magazines, relaxing, and resting my beaten-up body. Oh, didn't I tell you? I got my butt kicked last night. By myself. You'd think by age 30 I'd have gotten the whole "walking up steps" thing figured out, but I apparently haven't. I'd you've ever tripped while running upstairs at full speed, resulting in both bare legs smacking into the wooden step edge, and both arms twisting wrong in a failed attempt to stop the fall, you surely feel my pain. But hey, at least I didn't break both legs, right? Have a better weekend than me, bloggy friends. 6/10/18 Update: It has been TEN YEARS since that fall on the stairs and you still cannot touch my legs where they hit or else they will hurt. Crazy, right?