My goodness, Stephanie! That's quite the productive morning! Naptime, I'd say!

I'm on hold with Verizon. I'm sick of being on hold with Verizon.

Though, I gotta say, the sleek, waxed look works pretty good on those guys in Speedos at actual Olympic pools. Hmm. Considering how well Speedos work for most guys, I wonder if there is a connection.

I dunno... I grew up in Miami, and in the winter, when all the European tourists would descend on us, I saw way too many oversized Germans wearing tiny Speedos and it kind of scared me.

Now, the swimmers, on the other hand... We were lamenting the use of the shark suits in my blog the other day. And I posted a lovely picture of Ian Thorpe modeling a pair. (Of Speedos!)

Of course, true to my nature, I preferred the unwaxed look to the waxed, although when you have a body that's that pretty, HUMINA-- don't much matter, one way or the other.

Kristin, SO glad y'all had a fun night out. Xanadu. Hee! I'm flashing back to adolescence now.

I dunno... I grew up in Miami, and in the winter, when all the European tourists would descend on us, I saw way too many oversized Germans wearing tiny Speedos and it kind of scared me.

That's why I specified "actual Olympic pools", to avoid the possibility of needing to spork out one's own eyes.

Ah, well then-- you're totally right and I clearly need more coffee. *g*

XANADU! I love that movie almost unreasonably. That would be such an awesome way to see it!

Ah, well then-- you're totally right and I clearly need more coffee. *g*

Well, I was thinking you might need more Ian Thorpe-type therapy, because clearly you are still scarred by the tourists. Here is a pic of Thorpe not wearing a Speedo [link] .

Mmm... gotta love the swimmer bods.

Here is a pic of Thorpe not wearing a Speedo [link] .

What a nice way to greet the day.

Thanks for all the fist waving and empathy about Friday's Horiible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. The car is not fixed and won't be for awhile - huge electrical problem that could cost nearish $1000. In the meantime, we're just pulling the negative connector off the battery everytime we park the car so the shorts don't drain the battery. At least it's nothing mechanical.

I took out a lot of frustration on painting in the new house yesterday. Next weeks Painting Party is going to be awesome. Speciall since the wall painting is mostly done.

Today, Em and I are going to the water park for a few hours. Hopefully, this will put me in a better mood.

MABSofUSBE

I know I skipped and skimmed, and I'm heavily drugged-up right now (more on that in a minute), but I'm usually good at sussing out what acronyms mean -- even Buffista-invented acronyms -- but I'm at a loss for MABSofUSBE, so I'm just pronouncing it phonetically and giggling. Which could also have to do with the drugs.

As for why I'm drugged up -- I did something Very Bad to my back, and it's in serious, lay-me-out-flat pain. I don't remember doing anything that made me go -- at the time -- "Oh crap, my back!" You know, like if I picked up a cow or something.

(Oh crap. Typing that just reminded me that I picked up a computer last week and brought it home. Not my laptop; a desktop. But when I picked it up, nothing hurt at the time, or I would have put it down. Shiiiiit.)

Anyway. Out of all the drugs I have in this house, the one I don't have is muscle relaxants, which is what would help the most. Instead, I'm taking leftover narcotics and lying on a heating pad. Neither of which are helping much. Or at all. And I'm being really stubborn and not calling my doctor's office because I *just* went to the doctor on Friday for my wrist, but my back didn't hurt then, and I don't want to get labelled a hypochondriac. If I can just wait until tomorrow morning, I can call and beg for him to call in an Rx for flexoril.

Grumble.

Anyway, the narcotics have made me all loopy. It's weird.