Sunday: Watching NBA Finals with my hubby. Laying on my side on the couch. Get up. Ow, my shoulder hurts. Weird. Monday: Ow, my shoulder hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Huh.
Sunday: Watching NBA Finals with my hubby. Laying on my side on the couch. Get up. Ow, my shoulder hurts. Weird. Monday: Ow, my shoulder hurts. Ow. Ow. Ow. Huh.
Yesterday was a giant FAIL. I got a parking ticket, had to resubmit details for our lease for the third time, was very frustrated with a bajillion work snaffoos, confused
I have awkward gym/work-out related experiences quite often. Adam and I recently joined our local (cheap! tiny! CHEAP!) gym, (Fitness 19 – classy, I know) and I took advantage of
I am. I am totally, completely, utterly, 100% WHELMED. I am tired of answering questions, I am tired of getting up early, I am tired of to-do lists, I am
I don’t know what the deal is with my contacts, but they’re sticking to the insides of my eyes as though they’re made of crumpled newspaper and covered in rubber
So, Saturday night I broke my foot. Well, I didn’t break it per se, but it gets me more sympathy if I say that. I was walking out of CostCo,
I’m sick. Full-on no voice, can’t breathe, awesome cough that makes people turn and look with either sympathy or disgust: S-I-C-K. I looked back at the last time I was
Hello, my faithful readers! Today is Friday. We all know what that means – our poor little selves get to bounce between the exhaustion of finally being done with another
Yesterday I woke up with a bit of sniffle, a slightly hoarse voice and just enough sickness to make me feel adequately sorry for myself on my way to work.