I am butthurt. Not figuratively. Desk guy at the Y saw me wince as I came up the stairs and asked if I'd pulled something swimming.

He got a bad case of the giggles when I admitted I'd managed to pull a muscle on my butt while asleep.

I swear I hurt myself more often and worse by sleeping than anything else I do. And I feel like I'm good at sleeping.

Hubby often dislocated joints in his sleep.

My mom was taking 4 Norcos on an hourly basis toward the end. And driving. When I discovered that, we went to the hospital to try to come up with a better pain management plan and that was the beginning of the end (post 2 kidney transplants and a cancer diagnosis, so beginning may not be the right word).

K-Bug, CJ, and I just sent up her bedset in my room. I am going to need a stool just to get into bed, it is so high now. I've never had a headboard/footboard before. I'm going to feel like a princess tonight. AND afraid of rolling out of bed.

At least you'll know what you did when your butt hurts in the morning.

(laughing)

ahem.

Those look good! And easy! And I have all the ingredients in the pantry!

Yay! Tell me if they are as yummy as they look

So I uncovered 3 more boxes of old books to cull and donate. Ugh! But now I think I can truly say books are done! By the way, I should warn all y'all, old books are worth bupkis unless you have the bandwidth to sell them by yourself, one by one. I actually left the used bookseller's angry today. Oh well.

Why do some adults have such a hard time communicating? We were hoping to have a discussion between K-Bug, KCD, B, and me to try to clear the air before CJ's birthday (he turns 18 on Monday). B doesn't want to talk to K-Bug until "issues are resolved" but how does that happen when she won't talk? KCD is not defending K-Bug in the least and it feels like things went backwards more than forwards. Grrrrrrrrrr.

By the way, I should warn all y'all, old books are worth bupkis unless you have the bandwidth to sell them by yourself, one by one. I actually left the used bookseller's angry today. Oh well.

I feel like that's true of most things. I was trying to see if a vendor at the flea market might be interested in some of my grandmother's things, but she was selling gloves for $10, so what would she give me for them? Bupkis I'm assuming.

Just had a nice dinner and chatting with an old friend who's trying to figure out his next move professionally, so that was fun.

Sorry, Suzi. It's something that baffles me.

I have something like 4 hours of meetings tomorrow. Including the Big One. I think I can get through it without swearing, I did that a lot today at our branch meeting. And 2 more hours on Friday. But that's ok, because the schedule is slipping, so there's more time for testing...but oh wait, we all have vacation to burn off, and that screws up the few weeks we had of more regular work responsibilities. As of right now, taking 3 full weeks around holidays, and another full week somewhere else, most of us still need to take a day off every other week until 2015. THIS IS GONNA WORK SO WELL.

My notCSC boss is practically hyperventilating. This is 3/4 of her staff, and the one who is getting screwed by not having enough vacation is largely tasked on testing at Goddard, so not free for coverage here. ( and she's pissed about being forced to take a week at Xmas because she's not even Christian. We think we can get her an exemption as emergency staff since lightning strikes at Goddard this weekend nearly ruined everything and now they are mandating 24-7 coverage.)