Monday, January 22, 2007
All together now. “Bailey!” No, you’re not together. Try a little harder. Quit slacking Susan. Brandy, leave that cat alone and pay attention. Once again. “Bailey!” Loreth, this isn’t a marathon, slow down. Pacing. Toni, quit shivering. Michele! This is serious. Now, again. “Bailey!” Duchess, nobody’s paying any attention to your hair. Honest. You look fine. Tori, you’re not paying attention. Kate, close that door, you’re letting the wind in. Marty dear, we're over here - yes, quit procrastinating. Okay, are we ready to try again? “Bailey! Why did you move that huge entertainment center literally from one end of the house to the other – by yourself?” Um, because I got tired of waiting for someone to help me? I know, I know – I shouldn’t have done that, plus moving TV’s, etc. and my back is killing me. As in “it hurts to sit up”. So I’m slumped in my chair, thinking about being slumped in my bed. Better yet, thinking about lying down in my bed with the heating pad. Oh wait, a hot shower, with the water beating down on my back, then the bed with the heating pad. I’ve taken some Aleve, so we’ll see. I’ll explain later why I did all of this, when I can sit up a little more. I didn’t realize how much it hurt until I stopped for a while. Later folks. And practice on your synchronized chastising a bit, will you?