“Exercise gives you endorphins and endorphins make you happy and happy people just don’t kill their husbands. They just don’t.”

Sometimes when I work out I feel like Elle Woods. Bubbly, smart and ambitious. Which is great because that’s what I’m going for this year – not exactly that specific, but my two new year’s resolutions are to get out of my comfort zone and to be the best Michelle I can be, i.e. bubbly, smart and ambitious. Labeling my reso the “best Michelle,” is the most positively awesome way to soak up all of those “be healthy,” “stop procrastinating” and “get a job” resolutions into a happier sounding goal, which works much better for me, probably you too.

You know I like to work out and that I also like to pay at little as possible to do anything, so yesterday I bought a Groupon for 6 weeks of bootcamp for $45. Which is probably something I can’t technically afford, but on the other hand, my grandparents gave me $50 for Christmas – spent. They could’ve just as easily given me a hug, so this works better. Plus, if you’re mom, Chrissy, or any of the other 20 people I told some recent stories to, you understand the irony, yes actual irony, of me using that money for fitness classes. Either way I’m excited that my first 6am class was fun and I’m also already in pain. Exactly what I was hoping for. Six weeks from now, February 8th (Stevie’s 25th birthday!) I will be ripped I promise.

Hopefully also employed so that I can continue working out there.

Speaking of Stevie, my leftover for today is about our annual Christmas celebration last week. We celebrated our favorite way with a pedicure and a nice dinner. I love her apartment in Naperville. If only I could host a talk show there, I’d move in next door tomorrow. Well maybe not tomorrow, but sometime in the next few weeks.

We went to the nail place and it really brought me back from LA to suburbia. Granted, I don’t do that much here, aside from find good deals, get my vitamin D in the sun and drive to interviews (hopefully getting the job today!), but I’ve noticed that I am missing those suburban sweatpants women. Luckily they all showed up at the nail salon in Naperville. They were so awesomely dressed that we had to text each other our comments – “Where can I buy her outfit” ” Palatine High School Gift Shop” of the women rocking deep red actual sweatpants bunching at her belly button with a red turtle neck tucked in.

In addition to Mrs. Claus, there were four others waiting in line for us to comment on. I know, sounds so mean, but when you have a best friend for 20 years (yes, 20!) you get to talk like that about other people. It’s in the rules.

We ended our fun night playing Guess Who! and making up ridiculous questions:

‎”Are you making a gay face?” “Yes”…”Are you Bernard?” “Yes”

“Do you look like you cheated on your husband? … Maria…”

This post might just be a ploy to get her to visit… on her birthday when my 6 weeks of soreness is complete.

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