Step away from the blogs, Cash. Slam some tequila while doing yoga.
Oz ,'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
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I should just try to do some yoga or slam some tequila.
Or both! Tequila yoga shots!
Err, no intent to mock your pain, Cash, I've got no sleep and a backache going too. I'm going for another round of advil and trying the sleep thing again shortly.
ETA: Ginger x-post! High-five!
Y'all sure you want to be high-fiving whilst slamming tequila shots? That way leads to spilled booze....
Cash, relax~ma to you.
Are you implying I can't high-five with one hand and slam a shot with the other?
I'm so sorry the back pain is back, Cash.
I think I need a bath. I have had wine. but I woke up with back pain this am. ( it gets better as I move more). we just threw wall board compound on the wall I get to paint tomorrow. I am thinking it might take more than tomorrow. This is an evil paneled wall - one of many. we are trying to disguise it with paint - even though this is a wall that will be hidden by bookcases. It is our experimental wall. I am hopeing for a good results. I hate the evil paneling - but in this case , if there is wall board, it is dead. so it would have to be replaced on removeal. but DH wants it to look more like wall board, if painted. I am rambling about walls. soo saaddd.
Emmett's team lost a heartbreaker.
They were winning going into the bottom of the last inning. The other team had a runner at second with two outs.
The pitcher got a comebacker, but instead of throwing to first to get the easy force, win the game and go to the finals, instead threw to third where they didn't get the out, and the other team went on to win.
Translated into Fannish: Pippin manages to get the One Ring away from Gollum at the very crack of Mount Doom, breathes a sigh of relief and absent-mindedly hands it to a nearby Orc.
Emmett, however, went 3-3 with a walk.
Husband~ma, Connie.
How much do I love the game reports a la Tolkein? THIIIIISSS much.
Crisis du jour: We're supposed to go to Moldova in a couple weeks to participate in our best friend's wedding. R's boss has refused his leave (4 days) for this.
ETA: Oh, connie, I just read Beep Me. That makes my crisis look silly. All the ~ma in the world to you both!
R's boss has refused his leave (4 days) for this.
Well that's just plain shittiness. I don't suppose it's one of those jobs where you can call in fake sick for a couple of days either, is it?
Hec, thank you so much for translating Baseball into a language I understand. LotR works even better than The Wizard of Oz.
The roles of men and women are different! The role of women is to sleep with me! The role of men is to not sleep with me!
Yes!
thinks
Hang on, no. The roles of men and women are the same! The role of women is to sleep with me! The role of men is to sleep with me!
reflects. looks at empty bed. sighs.
Let's try that again. The role of women is not to sleep with me! The role of men is not to sleep with me!
....bollocks to this.
Connie, all -ma to you and yours. (Haven't read BeepMe yet, but I gather it's needful.)