I feel ya, Suela. I went roller skating last night, for my friend Nate's bday. I fell down only three times, but my ass and back kinda hurt today.
Not BAD, but...a backrub, half a Vicodin and some iced Earl Grey via Cabana Boi wouldn't come amiss.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I feel ya, Suela. I went roller skating last night, for my friend Nate's bday. I fell down only three times, but my ass and back kinda hurt today.
Not BAD, but...a backrub, half a Vicodin and some iced Earl Grey via Cabana Boi wouldn't come amiss.
via Cabana Boi wouldn't come amiss.
This read as very funny to me since boi means cow in Portuguese (which I spoke for the 18 months we lived in Brazil). Carne do Boi is a very popular steak restaurant.
Yay! I did a teeny tiny bit of school-related work!
Still no progress on my philosophy of education. Christ. "My philosophy is... when some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Emily always says at a time like that: 'Have ya paid your dues, Emily?' 'Yessir, the check is in the mail.' That's my philosophy."
It just took me 15 minutes to pick up all of the cat toys (thanks, auntie Perkins!). The girls have thoroughly sniffed the vacuum. Now comes the part where I freak them out with the scary, noisy, sucky thing.
Ya really shook the pillars of heaven, didn't you, Emily?
This is from day before yesterday, but I wanted to point out that Addison Shepherd was also on the "Ch-ch-changes" episode of CSI, as "Mimosa", along with Maggie Walsh.
It's so stupid, but seeing people I now recognize on old shows is one of my favorite things about watching them. Like, Stephanie Romanov was Kellerman's ex on Homicide.
The pop-up book of phobias is an evil, EVIL thing. The designers deliberately made it so that when you get to the page with the (giant!) spider, it unfolds so the legs (that are bigger than the book) unfold out of the center and brush your hands. I made a muffled shriek of terror and dropped the book.
When I was a wee Theo, I had a non-fiction coffee-table-size animal book from Time Life that had a huge full-page photograph of a caterpillar that I was so scared of that I refused to touch the paper on which it was printed.
Back from fun sledding where I cracked two snow disks with my fat ass. Much fun was had but my butt is very sore, and Emmett finished his last run with a crack on the head. Tomorrow we'll try a run with less moguls. I don't really need to catch air.
We got some fun pictures. We'll post them later.
GA: HOLY SHIT!