Second, stay tuned for the epic second part of How Ryan Met Lauren
Third, here is a short story of how last night went for me.
Lauren: My personal trainer is THE WORST. Even my teeth are sore.
Ryan: I will give you five dollars if you can do two lunges right now.
L: Please Ryan, I am the Queen of lunges. I could do countless lunges right now.
R: Prove it.
L: You know, I WOULD but royalty does not stoop to displays of physical exertion before their devoted vassals.
R: I'm not sure who you're calling a vassal exactly.
L: Oh right sorry, devoted serfs then.
R: That is...not better.
L: It's more accurate at least. I am nothing if not accurate. And sore.
And then Ryan went into the bedroom to change into sweat pants.
L: Shouting over loft wall I just did those lunges you wanted. And a squat, just for good measure.
And yet Ryan refused to give me the five dollars. I comforted myself with that fact that I am still somehow on his credit card account (even after buying "too many jelly beans") and I could always buy myself something worth five dollars that way.
But then Ryan and I had a bottle of wine and watched a movie and I was slightly impaired and Ryan convinced me to do lunges in front of him.
And so I started one, got halfway down, got an exquisitely painful cramp, and fell over sideways.
And then I hear
R: Do you need assistance, Your Majesty?
And look up to see Ryan curtsying before me. (He swears it was not a curtsy but a bow. But seriously, I know curtsy when I see one.)
So that was my pretty normal-around-here Friday night.
Fourth and last, I need your help blogstalkers.
In the next few weeks this blog will be undergoing a pretty MAJOR redesign (don't worry, I'm not doing it myself.) I'm hoping when finished it will be easier for all of you reading (I heart you) to navigate and honestly just look at in general.
So what do I need from you, you ask?
I am in desperate need of a tagline. I've been wracking my brain for days now and quite simply, can not come up with something that is not the worst thing I've ever written.
And you all make me laugh daily with your amazing comments, so who better to ask for help?
I just need like three words to one sentence that will sum up the very essence of this here blog. These words will be permanently affixed to my header under the words "Filing Jointly...Finally."
If one of you can rescue me from the humiliation of having a tagline that says "This is where a tagline would appear, if I was capable of writing a tagline,"or "Terrible at Taglines But Awesome At Ballet, Or Awful, One Of Those Two." then I will totally send you a ridiculous prize.
It may not be as awesome as a box of cheese (OMG, can you believe a reader sent me that?!) but it'll be something preposterous and/or absurd.
Oh and you will totally get to see your tagline at the top of my blog for the rest of my bloglife. Which is the real prize, obviously.
Help me blogstalkers. You're my only hope.