I like all of my scars.
All of them.
I refer to it affectionately as the Thriller scar. For, it is the scar I obtained while learning that horrible, awful, intense dance.
Lesson to be learned: when your wound can talk like this ...
And now, almost two months later ... It's the ugliest, most horrific scar. Ever. I hate the shape of it. I hate the color of it. I hate how dark it is. And most of all, I hate the location of it.
Now, I realize that many of you think I am being overly dramatic. You all lose 100 gold stars. Photos just don't do this beast justice. I dare you to ask me to see this baby in person and see if you don't agree. It's over an inch long and flaming purple. Ugh!
Wow. Let's calm down.
But just because this post is showing you the complexities of my life, I shall now show you another complexity ... This is called, Mindy is Allergic to her Laundry Detergent:
Welcome.to.my.life. But I think I am getting a new pair of Nike running shoes for Christmas, so ... I'll survive. And, I am somewhat ashamed to admit that not only am I listening to Beyonce's "If I were a Boy" ... I am kinda enjoying it.
I am still trying to sell my contract. For details please look in the right hand column. :)
I'll say, "Just press three for awhile. And when I answer, you'll know you pressed three enough."
Other pressing news in my life: I started my Christmas shopping. Today. I officially have purchased one gift. I already know what my second gift purchase will be. Ambitious, I know.
Help me make my Christmas merry ... I am still trying to sell my apartment contract. Details on the right under the creative heading, "Hey, look here!" :)
And, oh ... I updated the gold stars.
I most likely will be posting about my trip to Wisconsin tonight. Please, contain your excitement.