Hello there! Brian's shoulder is killing him today. He even had to call in sick, because of it. It's never hurt him this bad, and that's saying a lot. The surgeon can't get him in until Thurs. for a cortisone shot. Poor guy! Since Brian was unable to work today, I went with him into "town" to get some meds, and then we went to lunch. Holy shitfire...(and I do mean that in the literal sense) I ate too much! What the hell?! It's like I'm in an eating contest lately. Soon, I'll be applying for a job on Man (or Woman) vs. Food. Good Gawd.... Once we got home, I went from stretchy jeans to sweat pants. Is that rock bottom? There's got to be a great argument that it is indeed, rock bottom.
I got my ticket to Vegas today. I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to go this year, so it makes it all the more sweeter. I'm just trying to forget about the fact that I'm leaving on a Sun. morning at 5:40. I guess there won't be any sleep that night. Ah, Vegas....love Vegas. Whenever I go, I just know I won't be able to hang, but then something happens once you land there. Your body forgets that you're knocking on (insert age here) 40, and thinks that you're 22 again. Once again, I'm feeling like I'll be this be lame-o that can't hang w/ the girls, but I'll be praying to the Vegas Gods: Please let me party like it's 1999 (okay that just dated me)... The only difference is I may have to wear some sort of pad this year, you know in case of leakage :) I'm so looking forward to seeing my friends. Man, I'm counting down the days...16 to be exact :)
Okay, it's now nearly 6 hours since I had lunch, and I still don't feel good. Ugh.
Also, upon further thought, I think hitting rock bottom would have to include buying those pajama/jeans off of the infomercial. If I ever do that, track me down, and bitch slap me.
I got my ticket to Vegas today. I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to go this year, so it makes it all the more sweeter. I'm just trying to forget about the fact that I'm leaving on a Sun. morning at 5:40. I guess there won't be any sleep that night. Ah, Vegas....love Vegas. Whenever I go, I just know I won't be able to hang, but then something happens once you land there. Your body forgets that you're knocking on (insert age here) 40, and thinks that you're 22 again. Once again, I'm feeling like I'll be this be lame-o that can't hang w/ the girls, but I'll be praying to the Vegas Gods: Please let me party like it's 1999 (okay that just dated me)... The only difference is I may have to wear some sort of pad this year, you know in case of leakage :) I'm so looking forward to seeing my friends. Man, I'm counting down the days...16 to be exact :)
Okay, it's now nearly 6 hours since I had lunch, and I still don't feel good. Ugh.
Also, upon further thought, I think hitting rock bottom would have to include buying those pajama/jeans off of the infomercial. If I ever do that, track me down, and bitch slap me.
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