At work today we’re discussing ways of improving fitness while working. We’re seriously discussing ordering a lot of whirly chairs so that we can work out while we work. I know, this feels like a joke. It’s not.

Above, Ellen tries out the Whirly Chair.

Whohub creates these semi-customized interview questions based on genre. I just completed one, which is kind of cool. You should check it out here then let me know what you think in comments below.

Today, we started spring cleaning. Our house smells so much cleaner, and we generally feel better about living here (again). I walked out of the bathroom after scrubbing the tub and said to manfriend, “I just want to say, right here and now, that I’m a domestic fucking goddess.”

“More like a domestic werewolf,” he replied. “Every full moon you clean like a beast.”

I hate bloggers who think that because you visit their site, they can tell you really gross stuff about themselves, things they haven’t really typically done before. Like, they get daring and want to wow you with their ability to talk about poop. I’m not that kind of blogger. This entry is about my pee, and that’s an important distinction.

So at 3 am, I wake up and realize I have a bladder infection. While peeing, I call my doctor, get a prescription called in to a 24-hour pharmacy, and my superhero boyfriend gets on his bike and rides over to pick it up. For the first time ever, I also get this stuff called phenazopyridine, (google it), that does little else except turn my pee dayglo orange. It’s a dye that’s supposed to limit the effects of a bladder infection, the burning, the constant need to pee, all of that, while the antibiotics do their thing. keep reading »