I got out the shorty jean shorts today because it's "satan's a$$" hot again and spent all day freezing in the costume shop. Figures.
But I'm quite proud of the calf muscles that are developing nicely...should I ever get into breeches and stockings, I won't need calf-padding. Oh yeah, baby, it's all me. I'm also quite proud of the fact that yesterday I pulled out onto the road, was passed by a spotty teenager on an expensive bike--and yet I managed to pull even and then leave him eating my dust, all while carrying thirty pounds of groceries on my back.
Mah legs of steel. Let me show you them.