Sick Of Being Sick

You know, I am sick of not being able to go anywhere over the weekends, but sit on the couch and pant.
I was running fever and feeling like crap all last weekend. Then I threw my back out while lifting a laundry basket on Sunday night and had to stay home Monday (not even being able to move around let alone dress), and still being incredibly stiff and sore and pain-filled all week and walking around like a 80-year-old-plus arthritis-ravaged crone. THEN on top of al that add an infected ingrown toenail (yes, my shoes don't exactly fit after my feet changed due to pregnancy)--and my week just about tops off.
Did I mention next week is a 3-day long staff meeting where I am supposed to to logistics and run around and make sure everyone's happy?
Yeah, right.

So to everyone whom I missed seeing this weekend that I promised I would: I am terribly sorry.

Twenty Years Ago

And yet, I still remember the television images and that feeling of hope.
Freedom. It's a good reminder never to take it granted.

Bloody Brilliant

Pardon the pun... We have the book although I've yet to read it. The Husband says it's excellent. I am looking forward to the next installments (yes, there are more, as the article above assures us).
Yay for regency romances redone as bloody mayhem. Lace, parasols, passion, blood and guts--what else do you need?