My back is giving me grief today. Day three of pain. It started out on Saturday evening and by Sunday night, I was walking like a Zombie looking for his next brain. Ugh. I made it to work, but exercising has taken a back seat to attempts at finding a comfy spot. Sitting is difficult and trying to get in any kind of horizontal position is downright impossible. I get sympathy looks and offers for pillows. I also get the dog jumping at me incessantly and the ‘well, since you’re up…’ from kids. MOM CAN’T SIT DOWN SO LET’S GET HER TO GET EVERYTHING FOR US WHILE SHE’S STILL ABLE TO WALK. Nice.
Fun Fact: I can sleep upright. Also, getting your birth units to assist in donning footwear is embarrassing (apparently, more for them) and filled with exclamations of ‘ewww’ and ‘ugh. I can’t WAIT until you’re OLD.’ Don’t worry about it, kid I’ll just wear my slippers all of the time. Even out in public. I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL I’M OLD EITHER AND I MAKE YOU TAKE ME SHOPPING AND OUT TO RESTAURANTS AND PLACES YOU DON’T WANT TO GO. IN MY SLIPPERS. AND JUST FOR FUN I’LL WEAR MY SWEATPANTS, TOO.
I have a few posts just waiting for the right time to hit the blog, but I seem to have abandoned them for the ‘right time’….what? Not sure when that will be. One is very positive and pleading with humanity to get a grip and try to be nice and let’s all just get along…also, I may have been hopped up on muscle relaxants and pain pills at the time. The other is about my trip to get a tattoo. It’s a fun-filled romp into ‘WTF I’m Fifty’. AND ‘NO MUSCLE RELAXANTS IN THAT BIT O’PAIN ALL IN THE NAME OF ART’. Sure to make one shake her head in ‘WTF is wrong with her’…like I haven’t heard THAT one before. No judging.
There’s also a great character sketch about a shrunken pirate head.
I know. NOW, you can’t wait for that one.
Hope you are all enjoying the fallness of the season and are able to tie your shoes unassisted.
It’s the little things, people.