Someone woke up to a huge slice of humble pie this morning. Not moving so well, you guys. Not moving so well at all.
(Forgot about lactic acid build-up.)
Any suggestions as to how to play this from my bathtub? I promised the kids more Hi-Li in the backyard when all I really want to do is scoop out the burn inside my thighs and still-there derriere.
Happy Friday, my friends.
Let's have a toast to two steps forward, one lunge back.
Cheers!
*What's really the only entertaining factor is the trail of the day I'm leaving all over the house. Things the kids leave that I cannot bend over to retrieve from the carpet. From where I sit now, the accumulation is:
- 1 sleeping bag
- 30 sheets of tissue paper (Abby is wrapping something while in the buff.)
- someone's inside out clothes (I'm guessing Abby.)
- two plastic containers of beads
- an owl pillow
- gag -gift hand buzzer
2 comments:
You have a beautiful way of painting a scene. I love it! Now heal.
And you have a beautiful way of making someone's day, thank you so much, Lynn. Would you believe I'm still walking like a constipated penguin FOUR days later?
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