Loved the tin foil cube - everything should still be fresh when he gets back!
And Teppy, I once managed to dislocate a kneecap walking. Admittedly, in deep snow and uphill, but still - walking!
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Loved the tin foil cube - everything should still be fresh when he gets back!
And Teppy, I once managed to dislocate a kneecap walking. Admittedly, in deep snow and uphill, but still - walking!
Owen pulled a runner today.
Has he been texting with Cindy's kids?
Ouch, Tep!
If it's any comfort, I once got a three-sick-days sprained ankle stepping off a deck.
Has he been texting with Cindy's kids?
He sounds like he's been studying Christopher's master technique.
Oh, Cashmere! How scary!
gah! Owen! I'm glad he's home safely. Yikes!
In bad news, just found out my friend's (the guitarist in my band actually) mom's breast cancer is much worse than the doctors initially thought. fucking cancer. They thought she'd just have to have radiation but now they are saying mastectomy and chemo. She's down in western NC (where she moved after Katrina) and he's planning to go down there later this month but I know it must be so hard to be away from her now.
Feel better, Teppy.
Cashmere, I'm glad Owen is ok.
I went to bed with a splitting headache last night, and when I woke up this morning it was still here.
Yikes, Cash! I would be shaking, too. Owen and Chris need to be separated. Perhaps psychically.
I'm sorry about your friend's mom, lisah. Cancer is so awful.
Lisa, I'm sorry. Much ~ma to your friend's mother.
If it's any comfort, I once got a three-sick-days sprained ankle stepping off a deck.
I once sprained my knee crossing my legs to put on my socks. (By the time I got back to work, I'd upgraded it to a treadmill injury. I have my pride, after all.)