Meeeh....meeeeh, I tell you
Jul. 11th, 2008 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mercy_angel_09It'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.
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.
