I am all about Jamba Juice Smoothies lately-- in particular the piña colada kind, though I'm quickly working my way through the rest of the menu-- with an energy boost. Always an energy boost. Because you see, it's the energy boost that pays off in the end. The energy boost that keeps me chipper. That simple energy boost that changes everything.

I spent three days this week under my white cloud duvet... three days that felt like death... three days of layered, textured misery. And then suddenly it's 8:30 this morning and I'm out. I'm juiced up. I'm the epitome of productivity. Of energy. Of a giggling good mood.

B calls and I'm girlish. I'm quirky and silly and blissful. He says, "Juice?"

Who knows all your secrets?