Sep 03, 2009 12:26
I can be perfectly happy in all sorts of wet and dreary weather as long as my feet stay dry.
I’m getting old. Back in the day, I could fall face first into a pit of death, snag hold of the swinging rope at the last second, wrench myself back upright and swing across the pit with nary a second thought, and now I pay for that sort of thing with days of searing pain anytime I try to use my abs. Turns out, you use your abs a lot doing general, everyday things...
Helen’s looks that says “I’m going to strangle you” has been replaced with a look that says “I’m going to peck your eyes out.” Still just as effective.