Juice Time

Such a crazy-wonderful week that I must catalog its highlights: I turned 33 and threw a dinner part for 10--pumpkin ravioli with zucchini-leak soup. I'm still eating the wonderful leftovers. Then I pulled an all-nighter, which was horrible, but afterward my client seemed appropriately guilty for having forced me to. Today while I was jogging with Tillie, some random lady shouted out "You go girl!" Apparently, I looked awesome (or perhaps like I needed some encouragement, but I like to think the former). And the cherry on top is that I am in love with our dreamboat elect. I spent the entire morning reading about him and his family on wikipedia. I have more brothers and sisters than he has, which so far seems to be his only shortcoming.