Hey! It's ok...
... to hide your iPod's screen so the guy on the treadmill next to you can't see that you're rocking out to "Shake Ya Tailfeather" [depressing fact: that song is almost 10 years old.]
... to be a little irritated when someone prances into kickboxing 10 minutes late and inches you out of your space like the Trail of Tears. (and to maybe use their face as a mental target for your jabs)
... if you don't want to add 2 cup sizes. That's just weird! Sorry pushy bra sales girl, it's not happening. You can stop tossing those overpriced unmentionables over my dressing room door.
... to get major birthday envy. And to have a running countdown until your own (134 days baby)
[I'm not going to disclose whether I plan on using this wine glass tomorrow night. Shameless.]