half a step, half a step, half a step onward--
If you ever wondered, 19 ounces seems to be the maximum amount of alcohol that can be formed into the Jell-O shot. gwynnthiere, you want to test this at some upcoming event? I'm sure we can coordinate Jell-O resources for use (or replenishment if you use your own), if you supply the alcohol.
*cheesy gryn*
Okay, so this is...fun, in that sense of things one doesn't normally survive...I have the faintest, palest blue curls of bruising in this hollow on my left hip. Cat says, bone bruises won't show; I can't imagine I hit hard enough to cause a bone bruise, but who the hell knows? All I know is, if it's taking this long for the bruises to show up...
...okay, fine, this was a pretty bad fall.
Of course I'm completely discounting the fact that yesterday, I was able to walk around the house completely without my cane--as long as I didn't stand for long and walked slightly stooped over.
Yeah. The power of my denial? Is immeasurable. My denial is mighty! My denial is supreme!
My denial sucks ass.
In other news I haven't yet shared...for those of you who do not have my hips, you're just going to blink. For those of you who do, or thereabouts...I fit into size 13 underwear! Have I mentioned this? OMGOMG. Also, they're on the tight side, but I now have two 3X sweaters. And tight, like I said, yeah, but....they fit.
OMGOMGPTTWO. I can fit into 3X things! Which means roomy is now 4X!
Which means most of my wardrobe, being 6X and 7X...is, yeah, well, not fitting and falling off me. *shrugs* We'll work on that.
Currently plowing through the seventh HP book. NO, I will say nothing, y'all know me better than that. But there's already been much of "Rowling you BITCH how dare you" along the way. :)
*cheesy gryn*
Okay, so this is...fun, in that sense of things one doesn't normally survive...I have the faintest, palest blue curls of bruising in this hollow on my left hip. Cat says, bone bruises won't show; I can't imagine I hit hard enough to cause a bone bruise, but who the hell knows? All I know is, if it's taking this long for the bruises to show up...
...okay, fine, this was a pretty bad fall.
Of course I'm completely discounting the fact that yesterday, I was able to walk around the house completely without my cane--as long as I didn't stand for long and walked slightly stooped over.
Yeah. The power of my denial? Is immeasurable. My denial is mighty! My denial is supreme!
My denial sucks ass.
In other news I haven't yet shared...for those of you who do not have my hips, you're just going to blink. For those of you who do, or thereabouts...I fit into size 13 underwear! Have I mentioned this? OMGOMG. Also, they're on the tight side, but I now have two 3X sweaters. And tight, like I said, yeah, but....they fit.
OMGOMGPTTWO. I can fit into 3X things! Which means roomy is now 4X!
Which means most of my wardrobe, being 6X and 7X...is, yeah, well, not fitting and falling off me. *shrugs* We'll work on that.
Currently plowing through the seventh HP book. NO, I will say nothing, y'all know me better than that. But there's already been much of "Rowling you BITCH how dare you" along the way. :)