Just About Sums Up the Week

Tonight I headed north on 95 to check out a possible apartment. I knocked on the door and the girl answers, and goes, "Oooohh, and you are....(she looks down) M!!! Come in!" I glanced down too and it was at that point I realized I was still wearing my WW nametag.

On a scale of 1-10 that was probably a 7 as far as embarrassment is concerned.

On the flip side, I was down .4. (Probably just what I sweat out at Jazz, but I'll take it.)