Okay, the fans have spoken. I am sorry I have not posted.

But first, can we talk about the tragedy that is the end the Richards-Sheen marriage? Very sad. First Brad ‘n’ Jen, now this. What’s a girl to do? Who am I going to model my impending marriage on? Sigh.

So anyway. Tuesday I had my fitness assessment at the gym. It was interesting. I had to get weighed and measured and I had to do push-ups (HA I said to the man) and try to reach past my toes (again, HA I said to the man) and ride the stationary bike while wearing a heart monitor (much easier than reaching toes) and other random things. It was pretty interesting, though he didn’t give me any indication of how in or out of shape I am. (I think that’s a bad sign.)

And then last night I went for my orientation. That’s where he tried to kill me on the Nautilus machines. Very cruel. Today I am sore, but not as sore as I will be after I do my first full workout – yesterday was only a taste. Am very much looking forward to that, as you can imagine.

My poor friend Regan misplaced her engagement ring the other night so that’s been on my mind a lot. I really hope she finds it. I can only imagine how horrified I’d be if I could never find mine. But it’s got to be in her house somewhere, so keep your fingers crossed for her.

Tomorrow night I’m babysitting my cousin Max. What a cutie.