Wonder Woman?

Tonight, while walking through the parking lot to the tutoring center, a thuggy-looking teen (who's probably very nice) driving a beater car shouted out to me, "Linda Carter Jr.!"

That's right. I am Wonder Woman...2!

I wish. The whole thing made me turn his way laughing, and he flashed a smile before motoring away. To answer the questions that are no doubt running through your mind, no, I was not dressed up in my superhero tiara, cape and tall boots. I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.

I love random stuff like that. I wanted to ask the guy, "Aren't you a bit young to know who Linda Carter is?" But, there was no opportunity, and I'm pretty bad at ages. For all I know, he's 40, not 16.

Operation Depoof seems to be working. I hate stepping on the scale, so I haven't done that yet, mind you, but my pants definitely have more room. The Boyfriend is noticing similar results for himself. This is a major Woohoo! I'm sure all of this healthy eating and exercise are going to be blown away during our long weekend getaway to Bend (beer and wine tastings!), but our hotel claims to have a state-of-the-art exercise facility where we can hopefully keep the poofing under control. No poofing!

This weekend is also going to be full of good music. Friday night, it's the Long Winters in Portland, and Monday is Nada Surf/Rad Snafu at the Croc. I could also go to She & Him and Band of Horses in Bend, and then it'd practically be like I was at Sasquatch, but I think going to all of these shows would be going a bit overboard. I want to have a lot of energy for Monday night. Wonder Woman needs her beauty sleep.