I like cars.

Torsten and I went to the Washington Auto Show yesterday after work. And you know what? Maybe I'm a little bit sexist, because I totally felt like I was being such a good fiancée, accompanying him, and I assumed that the other women there would be feeling the same way.

But actually? I really liked the show. Those cars were beautiful, and I liked getting to sit in all of them and think about what car we might like to buy, when we eventually get a car. And I liked admiring all the cars, even the insane ones that cost $500,000. And all the other women at the show were the exact same way. Cars don't have to be a guy thing. And I feel silly for having assumed that they were.

Also, I now completely covet the Saab 9-3 convertible. Like, really a lot.

I'm still exhausted, though. Even though Monday was a holiday, it's been a long and busy week at work, and I haven't been sleeping that much, and my shoulders are sore from playing volleyball on Wednesday after a two-month hiatus. Torsten has been stressed as well, which hasn't helped.

I'm glad it's Friday, is what I'm saying. And I hope you are too.

P.S. At first I thought that it would be tooting my own horn to mention the accolades that I've received recently, but you know what? My post about being fat is on Indie Bloggers today. And I was nominated for a 20something blog award--Best Little Blog. And I am proud of both of those things, so damn it, I'm going to mention them. And thanks to you all for nominating me for that award, and for being so supportive when I published that really personal post. You guys really mean the world to me.