Ow.

You have no idea.
Hip slipped out of it's socket.
Knee refused to bend.
Shins splinted.
Charlie-horse in the foot.

I went for a walkntalk tonight with Carolyn and I am now dead. I am typing this from heaven.
Yes. Blogging is divine. It is an activity allowed (even encouraged) in the afterlife.
Walking will probably not be. Allowed or encouraged, that is. It`s too painful.

You know, it only takes a month or two of inactivity and voila! Your body falls apart.
Who am I? How did this happen?
Who can I blame this on? Surely it's someone's fault.

In between whining and moaning, I finished another book:

It reminded me a little bit  of Catcher in the Rye, except Adrian is poor, and 13 3/4 - whereas Holden was older and richer. But other than that, this is the ranting of one boy during one season of his life. However, where CITR was somewhat dramatic, this book is funny. True, Adrian Mole did have quite a few sad-dish things to deal with in this 14th year of life, but it totally made me smile. British humor. It'll getcha everytime.

Three things I'm thankful for:

1. I'm going to learn how to decorate cupcakes tomorrow. How fun will that be?

2. We're celebrating my birthday at work tomorrow. How fun will that be?

3. Will be taking pics of some grads next week. How fun will that be?

Shalom,