Crap, the lobster-face. I jog - not run, jog - for a minute and I start turning funny shades of red. By the time I’ve finished a normal workout of 30 mins of cardio and 30 min pilates/yoga/stretching, I’m literally fire engine red. “Nope, I’m fine, this is just how my body copes!”

I haven’t bought a colored shirt in years, probably since middle school. It can be 50* outside and I’ll sweat through a tee-shirt even if I’m not ‘feeling hot.’ I pretty much live in black tees simply because they’re harder to see gross pit sweatiness.

Oh there are a fair few of us. I got sick four weeks into my last semester of graduate school. I did finish my degree by the skin of my teeth. I haven’t held a full-time job since, and I likely never will.

They are involved in a number of really great causes - they’re the reason I found TOMS shoes, so that’s a win - and they make beer, so they can’t be all that bad!

I kind of like that they aren’t that popular anymore. They play smaller venues and the atmosphere is relaxed and happy - none of that ear-piercing shrieking noise that can only come out of 12 year old girls. I make a point of seeing them whenever they come through.

It’s in my gym playlist. Still.

You’re not the only one. I still enjoy Hanson. My husband thinks I’m crazy. But ‘Thinkin’ Bout Something’ is so fucking catchy.

They’re the only bras I buy anymore. They’re expensive, but so worth it. Mine are virtually indestructible, even after the husband puts them through the dryer on accident.