Weekend in review...
Friday: Lamed out from going to Rob's party on account of torrential rains, which apparently didn't hit Westminster, just the DC area. Good times being lame and laying around my house.
Saturday: AC broke, so I went to Dave's at noon. We ran errands, went bowling, and ate really bad fast food. Then there was the pary. The party was great. Lots of people, good tunes, good booze, and then Kelly broke my back.
Good job Kel.
Sunday: Ate breakfast at Dave's, back was killing me, drove home. Hung out at the house, was supposed to go to the store before Scott got home to get steaks for dinner, but slept due to back aching and narcotics taken. Woke up, Scott was home, and there was much rejoicing. Hung out, made dinner, fooled around, got presents!!! Then the basement started flooding.
We bailed out water for hours, which didn't help my back one bit.
Monday: Woke up, wanted to die, called work, said I'd be late, waited for Roger to get there, talked to him on the phone, found out he wasn't coming, drove to work, worked for less than two hours, and with tears in my eyes drove home because it hurt too badly. Got home, Scott made me soup and drinks and teased me about being down for the count on the living room floor (so comfy when my back goes out.) Spent the rest of the evening either lying on the floor or in the bed or in Scott's bed, but either way, lying down.
And here I am today, at work, in pain, wanting to be home asleep, but working because someone has to do it.
Hopefully my AC will be working when I get home. Hopefully.
That's all I got kids!
Saturday: AC broke, so I went to Dave's at noon. We ran errands, went bowling, and ate really bad fast food. Then there was the pary. The party was great. Lots of people, good tunes, good booze, and then Kelly broke my back.
Good job Kel.
Sunday: Ate breakfast at Dave's, back was killing me, drove home. Hung out at the house, was supposed to go to the store before Scott got home to get steaks for dinner, but slept due to back aching and narcotics taken. Woke up, Scott was home, and there was much rejoicing. Hung out, made dinner, fooled around, got presents!!! Then the basement started flooding.
We bailed out water for hours, which didn't help my back one bit.
Monday: Woke up, wanted to die, called work, said I'd be late, waited for Roger to get there, talked to him on the phone, found out he wasn't coming, drove to work, worked for less than two hours, and with tears in my eyes drove home because it hurt too badly. Got home, Scott made me soup and drinks and teased me about being down for the count on the living room floor (so comfy when my back goes out.) Spent the rest of the evening either lying on the floor or in the bed or in Scott's bed, but either way, lying down.
And here I am today, at work, in pain, wanting to be home asleep, but working because someone has to do it.
Hopefully my AC will be working when I get home. Hopefully.
That's all I got kids!