Anxiety, my old friend.

 (Midway through the day today, I realized that I absolutely should have washed my hair last night. I just, you know, thought I could squeeze in one more day, but I clearly could not.)

Um, my legs are 2 different sizes. AND THEY ALWAYS HAVE BEEN. My right leg is just thicker a little bit between my knee and ankle than my left leg. I looked at leg pictures of myself going back YEARS (how weird is that???? I have PMS-fueled anxiety FOR SURE) and discovered that this has always been the case, even in 1995.

The lady doing my pedicure (not on Friday— that went fine with Minnie, BTW) last time was like WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEG WHY IS IT NOT THE SAME SIZE AS THE OTHER ONE, and then I decided probably I was dying of DVT or something.

Before I looked at myself knees down from HIGH SCHOOl WHICH IS A THING THAT NORMAL PEOPLE DO I AM SURE SHUT UP, I remembered this picture from 2018 because when I posted in on FB I was like oh weird why is one of my legs fatter than the other?

Also, those are both really weird pictures, and I have just given them such a strange context. But! The first one! Is Ben and me in HIGH SCHOOL at SPEECH CAMP where we met, fell in love, and decided to go to that very place for college.

And then other pic is me standing where our beloved bronze statue lady Lydia Moss Bradley usually stands in Peoria, IL on Bradley’s (the same undergraduate institution we went for speech camp and college) campus. Someone bumped into her with their car, and she had to be repaired, so I took a picture standing in her spot because I love her and we are same size and like the same hairdo.

Well.

Now I have just made everything MORE WEIRD.