NYC was mostly a bust. I won't go into now, having spent the early part of my afternoon ranting to all that would listen. Still, I had fun--a day getting lost in New York is still better than a day of work, right?
My boobs, as anyone might have predicted, are shrinking. This means new bras. That's almost as much fun as the doctor's appointment I had to deal with this morning.
Sunday promises to be better if only because I'm going shopping with mom. Gotta love the mother-daughter shopping sprees.