Timelies. I went to physical therapy this morning. The muscles around my shoulder blades have improved a grade. I don't know what that means (except that they're stronger), but it felt good to hear it. She taught me a new exercise that's going to kick my butt, but it will be worth it. I feel so much better when I go visit the PT.
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Rock on, Deena! Kick the exercises butt right back.
Improving a grade sounds excellent, Deena! Go you!
Deena, that's wonderful! Keep up the good work.
I'm having leftover Chinese food for breakfast. It's yummy!
Ooh, vw beat my marshmallow Peep breakfast.
Hey, has anyone ever played microwave jousting with marshmallow peeps?
NO! I think I must, though. Please define the rules of battle.
(Better yet, I come to Boston soon for a day and we JOUST!)
OMG I forgot to mention that my wonderful husband fixed the shower over the weekend so that when you divert to the shower head no water comes out of the tub faucet, or leaks from the hot water knob. For the first time sonce we moved into this apartment, I was able to wash and condition my hair, shave my legs, and use the Oil of Olay in-shower lotion without running ot of hot water! It was awesome.
I love Peeps, but I'm not sure I could face their beady little eyes at breakfast.
Deena, I'm so glad the PT is helping.
I have a pile of work to do, but there's a guy doing service on my heating system right now and I can't concentrate. I should have been working on this stuff over the weekend, but in a massive spasm of avoidance, I straightened my office, got my wireless network working and spent a nightmarish several hours under my desk figuring out how to organize the disgusting nest of cords. You don't want to know what was under those cords. I think I saw a tiny Mary Baker Eddy founding Christian Science.
Oh, that is worthy of celebration, -t!
Okay, wish me luck, calling the client to find out what he doesn't like about the latest project.