In the meantime, did you want to read over at ChopChop about Ben making really good tuna salad? The last few years have found me hurrying past the tuna in the store, eyes averted, like it's an old one-night-stand I'm confused and embarrassed to run into. So it was good for me to figure out what's what with tuna, safety-wise.
And now I'm off to my 25th high-school reunion! Seriously. I am trying not to get some kind of a last minute Botox/latex-encasement combo. Trying to just hang in there with my baggy old self, not worrying if my thigh has kind of slid over onto your chair with you while we're talking. I'll report back.
Here's a photo of me 26 years ago, at a high-school track meet, getting advice on the 800 from my boyfriend. Sigh.
|"You know that part where you space out? And you're singing Rainbow Connection in your head while everyone is passing you? That's when you've really got to kick it in."|