I did a P90X workout this morning. If you aren't familiars with it, just stay up until about 1 am, turn the TV to the Hallmark Chanel and wait for the infomercial to come on. Despite the poor production values of the infomercial, the workout kicked my ass for an hour and stairs may be quite difficult for the next few days.
The other day when I was making my new shoe purchase I notice the jogger's pepper spray behind the counter. For some reason I kept thinking about it and on a whim I decided to stop back by and pick up the nifty little potential lifesaver to add to my already massive key chain ensemble. I read the instructions carefully and I feel certain that I will be able to make use of the quick release thingy and the trigger should a situation ever present itself.
All evening I would catch sight of my super-safety key chain out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly it dawned on me that my new purchase looked slightly, well, um, adult. Yes, it looks like I am carrying around a small red vibrator attached on my key chain. Oh well, a girl has to do what a girl has to do.