Today I got locked out of the house wearing my spandex biking shorts and sleeveless jersey. As I stood on a busy street corner using the pay phone to call my husband for help, I did consider what a sight I was (especially with no bike around as an excuse -- I was in my car, since I did have my car keys with me). I guess I was just in too foul a mood to care how fat I looked. My attitude was more, "Bite me."

I'm an Episcopalian, too. Lots of us here, eh?