What a ridiculous time to be awake on a Saturday morning. Tsk.
It started with a kid, and then a dog, and then I had to pee and couldn't get out of the covers because Jesse had one side of the blanket wrapped around him tight...and the dog had the other side pinned down....and then when I yell at the dog to move, he flips out and jumps up like some neurotic monkey......and now....... I'm awake.
Jesse will be coming downstairs in a few minutes asking me what the hell I am doing up, I am sure. He has to go to work today. Fun for him! or not.
Then, instead of possibly going back to bed and claiming the spot Jesse vacated, I have to drop off my Lovely One at work.
Maybe a nap this afternoon, eh? Meh.
In other news, my back has been killing me. Crimeny, I need a massage. It's just that I'm fat and I don't want some hot masseuse seeing me semi-naked. I know you all wanted that visual. I aim to please, you know. LOL One can only take so much Vicodin before it stops working as well as it once did and I don't think I want to up the dosage that much and jack up my kidneys worse than they already are.
Actually, my 'everything' hurts. I have been hobbling around for the past few days like a Weeble Wobble. 'Weeble Wobbles wobble but they don't fall down', don't you know.....