Welcome to week 23!
This past Thursday I got a punching. There I was, lounging in bed with a book and a Klondike bar (YES, an ice cream bar in bed- cut me some slack, I am pregnant,) and feeling pretty darn excited about it.
Not as excited as Blobby Layne apparently, who proceeded to pummel me. This hasn't happened since, but I have run out of Klondike bars and only managed to get to the store yesterday.