Damn.
Seriously though, I teared up SO HARD. Mad props to my peeps over in West Des Moines for turning out yet another extraordinarily talented and extraordinarily charming young athlete. So proud.
Now, onto business...
Stepping on the scale today felt a lot like that video. I'm crazy jealous of Robyn's moves, you have to be in a ridiculously good mood to come up with a groove like that. Ignoring the subject matter, of course, 'cause if you listen to the lyrics the song is actually pretty fucked up.
[I'm sure you can tell now that I've been that girlfriend.]
Oh, the scale said 223.0. Bye.
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