Just another manic Monday.

Okay, it wasn't manic at all. In fact, it was really quite pleasant. And because I've been such a dud blogger lately, I'm going to carry on that theme with a dud blog. Yes, a play-by-play of my day... but I'll start with Sunday just for a good yawn.

Sunday, Ashley the Sorority Sister and I visited Calvary Baptist. Their youth choir had just returned from a choir tour in Texas, and they performed. Usually this would be like, as my mom puts it, being at someone else's family reunion. But it didn't even matter that I didn't know any of these kids-- they were phenomenal. There were also several baptisms. An entire family was baptized, including a child with disabilities, and the congregation was beautifully reminded of the hope we have in a day when, as the preacher said, "no child will be unable to pronounce her own name."

After church, we saw Sex and the City 2 (don't judge). I've seen every episode and the first movie so, despite all the critics' warnings, I pressed on out of loyalty to Carrie and the gang. I wouldn't say this movie was bad-- The Back Up Plan: THAT was bad-- but it just wasn't good. There were a few redeeming qualities, like fabulous shoes and impressive scenery, but it just felt forced. Hopefully these ladies will spare me a third installation... because, yes, I'd feel obligated to see it even though I know better.

I ended the night with a little night swim with Ash and Tyler. This marks my first time this summer in a pool, and it was wonderful. Here's hoping for more night swims. I might even get crazy and go during the day.

Today, I went to class. Duh. Nothing exciting there. I had lunch with Tyler at City Cafe, Tuscaloosa's version of Auburn's Veggies To Go (but not as good, in my humble opinion). Later, at the grocery store, I bought watermelon. On top of my night swim, this was another exciting indication of summer's arrival. I bought a little box of the pre-cut watermelon, and was unable to stop myself from finishing the entire thing in one sitting.

Tonight Ashley and I decided to strike out at the Rec, which is full of skinny runner-girls and terrifying. We went to the Turbo Kick class: that is, we kicked and punched and heaved and panted to Lady Gaga for an hour, and now I think I could turbo kick any enemy straight to the ground. So look out... because I can dance and kick box at the same time.

Tomorrow: Zumba. Glee. Cake (with sprinkles! we're going for a Glee theme, and sparkles on cake seemed like a bad idea. sprinkles it is).

You're welcome for the minute-by-minute account of my last two days. I know you were wondering.