That's what I feel like this morning. Like I got steamrolled. By a steamroller.
I have no idea what a steamroller is.
However, in this case it's hot yoga.
For some sick, masochistic reason I thought it would be a good idea to go to hot yoga these past two nights. See, Steven has been in Utah for business, and I figured my options were to sit on my butt and watch bad TV or get off my booty and head to hot yoga. I opted for the later and regret it deeply.
I hurt ya'll! In places I didn't even know were capable of hurting! So for the remainder of the day I'm going to sit at my desk and move....very....very....slowly.
That is all.