So to set the scene, there I am in Church, perched in a pew, desperately trying to understand the Polish priest (who I swear was Russian - c'mon Chekov, let's see that work visa) exhausted and becoming severely paranoid and aware of myself - you know, like when you're out at the bar or a restaurant all buzzed but you have to make that u-turn because you can't let yourself get full on drunk. So you start sucking down water and taking deep breathes to clear your head - "just be cool, you're not drunk, don't laugh so loud, don't make that face, why are my lips all tingly?" Except in Church I was all "Am I the only one standing? I think I just said the wrong words. Was I the only one talking out load just now? Why am I making this face?" So I resorted to the only thing at my disposal, I popped a piece of gum and discreetly played thumb war with the non-communion receiving niece. Damn does she have strong thumbs for a 6 year old.
And, what does the Ironwoman accessorize with in the spring? Pink Kinesio tape of course. Why? Because the black is for formal wear silly.
And check out those yams. Rowrrr.