i just went downstairs to get a can of pinapple snack wedges and realized that my legs are seriously sore from the, what, two whole blocks i ran this morning? i am oh so out of shape...

and now, i definitely need a boy to open my can of pineapple snack wedges.

i keep wanting to write pinapple snack wedgies, because i am definitely eight years old.

i finally got the pinapple open! i am a liberated, independent female after all!

ok, you're obviously not getting anything of substance out of me tonight.