(GRATUITOUS BABY PHOTO HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CONTENT OF THIS POST)
INORITE? You were probably already questioning my sanity after the whole "let's stage whodunnit dinner theater using tubes of deodorant" thing, and now I've just gone and sealed the deal. I let a 24-year-old black belt karate instructor talk me into kickboxing at like, six minutes postpartum! All my workout pants are in my pre-pregnancy size! I haven't even tried those bitches on yet! And I ate an entire container of macaroni and cheese for lunch, fuck yeah!
I am totally going to die tonight, aren't I?
(PRETTY MUCH, YEAH.)