After a long weekend I got up at the ass-crack ‘o dawn to take Vivian to the doctor. Before you begin to fret, she’ll be fine. An oil change and a few new belts and she’ll be as good as new. btw, Vivian is my beloved Jetta.
After dropping her off I hoofed it to Mt. Tabor and caught Kristin in the act of kicking some exercise ass. Best trainer EVER! She makes me hurt (good kind of hurt) and I love her so! I wandered around Division for awhile before heading home for lunch and a walk with Coe.
Afternoon held the most excitement. I met M (I’m Auntie Gayle) at school and we went for a bus-ride lesson. He was less than impressed. I’m a dedicated lover of Tri-Met and did my best to sell the freedom that this brings and the trust that it shows. He was NOT buying it.
After Kristin kicked my butt with Pilates I made another pizza. Tonight was sausage and goat cheese. I am so close to perfecting my thin crispy crust. I saw this on some Food Network show. Start your crust on a pizza pan then finish on your pizza stone. Yum