In an effort to not make excuses about my recent (if one and a half years can be called recent) weight gain, my sister put up pictures of all of us from a few years back. And yeah, those arms look super thin and I could still comfortably fit into that 25 inch jeans, but I believe that I look so much better now. So that was my great enlightening thought for the week.

Now for the rest of the day, after a ridiculously long week........

I'm going to do what I do best

In no random order

1) Make Chicken curry

2) Watch my 10 show queue on Hulu

3) Ponder why it took me many tries to get the spelling of queue right before I submitted to spell check

4) Drink some La Fin Du Monde

5) Have a friend over and coerce said friend into bringing more beer for during cooking and after cooking session

6) Give myself a much needed manicure and pedicure

7) Entertain thoughts about dressing up for a martini bar or go dressed as a bum to any brewing company

8) Have a drama-free, fuss-free night for a change. Just one night, God. I beg of you.

I've been dying to wear my new black heels which a friend of mine looked at and said 'Ooo, stripper heels'. Yeah, its painful and I can see myself in tears after 38 and a quarter steps but if it makes my pedicured feet prettier, then what the hell.

Beauty is pain, pain beauty.

And that is the truth.