If nothing else, the recycling and trash barrels can only take so much.
Yeah, that is the bottleneck on my box-recycling and blackberry pruning efforts, filling up the Waste Management containers. Which is fine, they are both too big for doing all at once. Theory of Constraints scores again.
How do Fleet enemas expire? Wait, maybe I don't want to know.
We have culled so much stuff through moving, and yet there's always more stuff to get rid of. I don't know how that happens.
I'm wearing contact lenses for the first time in years. It feels kind of weird.
I'm pretty sure my mattress is trying to kill me.
Shoots flames? Grew fangs? Did you find the "it's-not-a-bug-it's-a-feature" spring-loaded blades?
ALL OF THE ABOVE.
(It's old. It's no longer supportive. I feel like I'm climbing out of a pit every morning, and this morning my back was really adamantly opposed to the whole thing.)
Only had a 15 minute delay, but Loki joined and it was a near thing! First floor vac'd and mopped. Gotta eat something.
Too soft mattresses make my arms go numb and hips ache. Even pillowtops on firm ones. Apparently, I need to sleep on boards.
Yeah, my left hip is seriously mad at the mattress.
...and the recycling bin is already full. Oops.
Motherfucker. Tripped in a parking lot and sprained my ankle.
ow.
Ow, Dana. An ankle sprain hurts like holy hell.