If you're wondering what's up, I've been spending my evenings in bed in a Vicodin-induced stupor after a little accident at the gym requiring six stitches, a high pain threshold, and a lot of patience. It's a hard life with only nine functioning fingers.
Hubs went out the night of the incident to pick up my prescription for pain killers and buy two lottery tickets. His rationale? "It has to get better sometime, right?"
Yeah, he'd be referring to our absolute SH*T LUCK!
Posted by Elle Charlie Saturday, June 13, 2009 at 2:37 PM