What hurts worse than scraping your face knees and hands when falling in the street while chasing a 115 pound dog?
The day after.
I think I sprained/pulled/twisted/tweaked/wrenched/bent or broke something yesterday. Maybe several somethings. And lucky for me The Talker's antibiotics have taken hold, so the kids are back up to 100% strength today.
Anybody want to start a pool to bet when I will start crying? I'll chip in $15 to cover the 11 am hour.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006