Yesterday Lauren and I learned a new dance. I pulled a muscle in my side...most likely an oblique muscle of some sort. It hurts when I walk. It's funny how you don't realize how many muscles you're using to do everyday things until you hurt yourself. Ah, biology.

Parents who make their toddlers (who suck at walking down stairs) walk down the stairs instead of take the elevator need to get punched in the head. MOVE OVER. And couples, do you really need to hold hands while walking down the stairs? Really? Thanks for blocking the way, assholes.