Juiced...

I graduated teacher training last weekend.

I'm getting ready to sign a lease on what will be an amazing yoga studio.

I'm walking a little - mostly around the house.  If I go shopping, I have to roll - doctor's orders.

Um....I'm buying a juicer and can't wait to trot out of Earth Fare with one of those monster bags of carrots.  I'm not going to admit they're for juicing.  I'm going to say something like, "You MIGHT say I like carrots, yeah."  Watch me not be able to pick the bag up.  Actually, I won't be able to because my walking cast isn't exactly the most stable thing in the world to walk on - - and I'll probably still be on the Roll-A-Bout, anyway.  Images of breaking more bones in the produce section aren't making me very happy, so my smartypants purchase of a monster bag of carrots will have to wait.  But a bored chick can dream, right?  If it was a bag of beets, I could say something like, "Basebeets.  Bet you NEVER thought of that one."  There are so many fun things I could prattle off, most of which would probably result in my never having to worry about having anyone at the grocery store speak to me again.  "Veggie hooch."  Huff it, I'll just admit the stuff is for juicing and not brand myself completely whacked - after all, I'm opening a business.

Just trying to give you something worth reading here.  The holding pattern continues since I'm still staying in bed most of the time with my foot propped up.