You want to come out here, and I'll hook you up with a great masseuse.
Which is unrelated to me getting kickbacks (I scored a free massage from her out of a mix of references and pity, I think, but now she's making it official).
Saw "Rehab is the new black" on a T-shirt in Urban Outfitters's window on my way home from work.
Harrumph.
Okay, I got to knuckle down and get an image for my next tattoo. I've been dilly dallying way too long.
a trashcan-sized Ziplock bag (I didn't know they made them that big!)
They're new. The Boy tried to get me to bet him that he couldn't fit in one. (I didn't take him up on the bet, mostly because I believe he could find a way to fit.)
Mom uses those for various things, I like them.
The bolts are now down 1-3. Vinnie Lecavalier keeps getting penalties and they keep scoring on the power plays.
At least the Thrashers are losing.
I'm reviewing some incredibly dry documents at the office related to products liability. I'm reading a report produced by a manufacturing association about their goals, the things they accomplished, it's all rah-rah and there's a section for the things they didn't accomplish, followed by slides that read, in part,
Strategic things that, in retrospect, could have or should have been anticipated, but were not, that we have worked on [etc]
Do see see a pattern to these outcomes? That's because there isn't one!
And that's because
WE
SUCK
AT
STRATEGY
Made me laugh.
a trashcan-sized Ziplock bag (I didn't know they made them that big!)
They are awesome for storing blankets and comforters.
Just got back from a loooong hour at Lowe's, ordering a new sliding door for the office. I am the only one with the company credit card, so it had to be me. Because it is being delivered, I had to go from one end of the ginormous building to the other two times and this following a long busy day at work. I am home and very sorry I took my last darvocet a few days ago, because I am very sore and could use really one right now. I have cancelled plans on people so MUCH this last couple of weeks. I am clearly overestimating how much energy I have. I say this whole recovering from surgery thing SUCKS.
Trashcan-sized ziploc bags? I so need those.
Poor Robin! You should've got one of those little cars that you drive through the store. I used one of those in CostCo once after my foot surgery, and it was like playing bumper cars, only better, because I was the only one with a car.
Robin, I feel your pain. I got hit by a car eons ago, spent a few days in the hospital but the only thing wrong with me was a lacerated liver and some pelvic fractures, including the tailbone. I didn't even have surgery but after two weeks of enforced bedrest it still took three months to be able to be on my feet for more than a half hour. Your body needs the rest.