Feet!

Many of you will recall a problem I’ve been having with my feet. Well, today is the day that a dermatologist will get his crack (ha!) at them and do please cross your fingers that he will offer me hope of a cure and not just give me another tube of Mycatin. I’ve looked forward to this appointment for a month. How sad is that?

The weekend is already shaping up to be busy and blurry. We’re hitting Six Flags on Sunday with Katie, Nicole, Michael and our new friend Christy, another nanny in the neighborhood where Tanya works. But tomorrow…

Tomorrow, while poor Tanya is working all day, I am attempting something called cardio kick-boxing. Lord help me, it’s true. It was all Michael’s big idea last Saturday that we should try this. Now that the day is nearly upon us I’m having some reservations about my agility–or complete lack. The only comfort I have is that last week’s class consisted of several ‘big girls,’ at least one of whom was two of me. Hey, I like that sentence. Heh.

After that I’d best get my hair cut in anticipation of the Holland/Stewart Wedding. My haircuts require at least two weeks to settle out into something that doesn’t look shell-shocked. I think curls actually kink up when scissors are taken to them. It’s like they’re trying to hide.

Happy Friday, ya’ll.