Man, am I ever sore. Yesterday, we had a field trip. Zig Zag Zoo, this place was called.
http://www.zigzagzoo.ca/en/index_en.html So guess who spent the morning climbing around in that tubular monstrosity? Yup, moi. I did. And let me tell you, netting isn't comfortable to crawl or walk on. At least not their netting. When I was climbing it up-hill. I would go up there, where it was frickin' hot, and my kids would ditch me at certain points where my big boobs meant I was not going to make it through the padded rollers they use as obstacles. That was fine, until my kids looked around and realized I wasn't there. Then I would have to coax a crying three year old to crawl back to me. They would cry in my arms for a minute, then ditch me again. I was quite happy to go home to my nice, quiet, child-free apartment at the end of the day. The mom who accompanied my group said it must be tiring to be 'mommy' to eight little kids. And yes, it is.
I woke up this morning wondering why I was sore, then remembered all that climbing and crawling. That's why. I took a shower and went out, and pretty much forgot about it. Then I went bowling. Then we ordered pizza and watched 'Annie'. While we watched the movie and ate Blizzards, I was immobile long enough to stiffen up but good. We then went to see 'Run, Fatboy, Run' which allowed my muscles to grumble even more when I tried to stretch. (Simon Pegg was adorable and funny as usual, but I absolutely loved Dylan Moran. He was so dorky in 'Shaun of the Dead' but was just brilliant in this.)
So that was my Friday and Saturday.
And I just watched the trailer for the new Indiana Jones. I'm scared it will suck...but that music just made me all excited. It had better be good. I wanted to marry Indiana Jones when I was little. Those movies are sacred.