animals, accidents and pizza tours

wishing
i wasn't such a bleeding heart animal lover.... not only am i totally craving a cheeseburger, but yesterday i rescued a spider from the cats' clutches and while taking it to the safety of the garden, stepped over another cat and fell down the stairs.  which really really really hurt :(

resting, icing, not compressing but elevating
my sore sore sore bruised swollen torn-up legs

thinking 
that locking my keys in the car was probably a good thing... instead of a blissful, sublime, rose tinted, but admittedly probably a bad idea given my inability to walk, beach day with Angela, i was forced to stay at home resting, icing and elevating.  i replaced the compression part of R.I.C.E. with crackers and garlic hummus for their magical healing powers :)

feeling
all caught up and even more depressed by 16 and pregnant.  most depressing show everrrrrrrr

also feeling
a little bit sad everytime MTV plays that "No Sleep Till Brooklyn" commercial for the VMAs (which is like ALLLLL the time)  i miss the idea of the Beastie Boys a lot.   

loving
that the Olive Garden's never ending pasta bowl came with to-go portions too - whhhhat???!  the waitress wrote the date on the container as 1992 though.... very curious :|

hating
how Dr Phil always says twenty ten, twenty twelve etc.  it's so wrong.  seriously it's two thousand and thirteen not twenty thirteen! 

also hating
that we are down to our last Portugese English muffin with raisins.  must.go.shopping.today (on crutches if necessary!)

wanting
to go on that NYC pizza tour.  but knowing for sure i'd hate the waity crowdedness of it all and i'd always be the one who got the teeny crappy slice with no cheese or char on it.  i just want to do my own pizza tour of NYC and hit up 10 different places not just 4 :|  and go to Coney Island on that ferris wheel too :)