I broke my back on Friday.
Well, ‘broke’ is a strong word, but I definitely did something bad to my lower back and moving has become a painful thing that I’m trying to avoid. At all costs. So forgive me for not yet finishing my series on buying a computer, but I promise you it will be done as soon as I can get myself to sit comfortably for longer than 20 minutes at a time. I’ll be back soon, so no worries. And if anyone still cares, the baby is doing well and HoBiscuit is healthy and happy as she gets nice and big. Almost as if she’s swallowed a basketball that is slowly morphing into a beach ball. It’s so cute when she forgets how big she’s gotten and she tries to squeeze through a small opening between rows of seats in a restaurant. Wait. If HoBiscuit doesn’t think knocking into things with her belly is cute or funny, does that mean I’m not allowed to either?
Really? Oh. Well then, maybe it’s not cute after all.
I better keep my yap shut next week, then :P
What the ever-luvin’-hell did you do? You couldn’t have slipped on the ice…could you?
Solonor,
I was carrying something heavy and as I went to put it down, my foot slipped out from under me and I suddenly had to support the full weight of the heavy item with only my arms and back. Something stretched in a way it didn’t like, lodged formal protest by way of excruciating pain and I spent the rest of the weekend not moving.
Good times. Good times.