Master W. spread his cuteness all around, impressing and amazing a vast collection of admirers. He’s a doll, cute as a button and stubborn as a mule. Soldier Girl did what soldiers girls do. That and she was first to respond to a nasty car accident on her way home. We also learned that she may be deployed to parts hot and sandy earlier than we had anticipated. Hmm...
I also learned that I am old and falling apart. It was bound to happen, I know, I know (sadly shaking head) but I wasn’t ready. I’m NOT ready!
It’s my hip. It hates me. It hates jogging. It hates runners stretches. It’s not very fond of Pilates. Anyone have a walker they can loan me? I only want it if it has one of these:
I’ve been putting off going to the doctor. I had a goal I wanted to meet first, but now, sigh, I have to go. Will you visit me when I have hip replacement surgery?
5 comments:
Ha! Last time I tripped on an invisible hair, I broke my elbow and fractured my cheekbone. I need a world covered with bubble wrap.
Your friend, complete with metal
plate and screws, needing a
card to fly on a plane,
Susan :)
Yikes - the hip!
I guess we aren't getting any younger. Get that looked at soon. You don't want further complications.
Take care ;o)
damn hurty hip. i wish you luck with it, but don't stop running!
Hey, I've seen some of the pimped out walkers and think you might look smokin' walking behind one. Maybe you could trip it out with some leopard handle bars and some fuzzy dice? Just a thought. =)
I may not come to visit, but I will send flowers :0)
Yes, we're getting older, but we are a lot smarter...
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