Thought for the day: You know you're out of shape when you have to stop and sit down to rest halfway through your yoga.
I muddled through, somehow, then consoled myself by making another phone call to Papa Johns.
PAPA JOHN'S, are you listening??? In the unlikely event that your Internet searches pick up on my blog, there weren't enough mushrooms on my pizza. And there weren't enough last time, either. For the record, when I say that I want “triple mushroom and pineapple”, that does NOT mean that I want three slivers of mushroom and one piece of pineapple on each slice of pizza!