Until my father was driving by in a military convoy, saw us, and STOPPED THE CONVOY to get out and yell at me. I'm still embarrassed.

I wonder if that ended up in the official report.

My time was divided between reading and playing house. I think problems arose when the caretaker thought I was doing one, but I had decided to go do the other. I would play house with anything, including rocks and pebbles, so there wasn't much way of predicting where I'd do it.

My brother was far worse than I was about taking off. When he was 14 he hitchhiked to DC to protest the Vietnam War and came back home 4 days later reeking of tear gas. My poor mother.

eta: about 400 miles

I grew up with a lot of woods surrounding our 4-acre lot and not much in the way of other children to play with. I'd often wander off in to the woods with a book and a juicebox and be gone for hours.

Of course, like as not I'd be in my playhouse, treehouse, or hammock, so Mom didn't have to freak out too many times.

I actually came home from work early today (~1 pm) because the pulled muscle is in the back of my thigh, and sitting on it was a tricksy proposition, and walking was embarrassingly painful.

I intended to work the rest of the afternoon -- even brought manuscripts home -- but I took a flexiril, ate some lunch, and food + muscle relaxant = snoozin' Tep.

I think I will actually be diligent, though, and get some of the work done now, as I'm propped up on my bed in a sitting-with-my-legs-out-straight position, with an ice pack under my leg.

Yoga. Sheesh! Namaste, motherfucker.

t shallow

Hmmph. Apparently Guess made the style of handbag I'm looking for. With a giant, appalling G -logo thing on the front. I suppose, since I would be epoxying a pink skull & crossbones cameo to the front of the handbag anyway, the giant appalling G isn't that big a deal. But still. Guess.

t / shallow

Wow, I killed the thread wurbling about handbags. Huh. Anyway, I think I like this one better than the Guess one: [link]

Teppy, I hope you have as pain-free a night as possible.

Poor Teppy. Ouch! pours a bit of 151 rum through the interwebs

I like the 2nd one better than the Guess one, Jilli.

I like the 2nd one better than the Guess one, Jilli.

Me too.

Tep, I hope your hamstring feels better soon.