Meeeh....meeeeh, I tell you

It's Friday morning, my husband has finally decided to get out of bed.  I have my coffee, and a Julie Andrews movie on TV.  I'm blogging because right now that's all I feel like doing.  I'm sore because I'm fairly certain that I slept wrong, or course other bedroom activities might have caused it.  I crashed before my husband last night, which is rare.  Usually he crawls into bed before me, however last night I went to bed an hour before he did.

At any rate, things are good around here.  I'm probably going to take a nice long, hot soak to try and relax my mucles, paired with even more ibproufin because I'm dying.  I swear.  If muscle pain could kill, I'd be six feet under right now.