Oh my. I believe I have done myself damage. Why, why, WHY did I think it would be a good idea to go work in the garden from eleven until one? Why?
I gotta go to bed. Not that I didn't already sleep for a long time this afternoon. Our neighbors had us over for supper and I thought I'd die maybe, sitting right there at the table. I'm sure I was just as scintillating as a doped-up monkey. Every joint in my body hurts and all the muscles, too. Also, I feel somewhat queasy.
Owen's coming at six in the morning. This old woman needs Ibuprofen, more water, and bed.
I am DONE.
Also, I am pissed off because Mr. M0on did the same thing and feels just fine. He's still over at the neighbors', drinking gin and tonic and having a fine time.
C'mon, watch the country music awards with me!ReplyDelete
Oh, Billy. I cannot! But maybe I'll go swimmin' with you and Hank and the boys on Wednesday. And Lily. Wouldn't that be fun?ReplyDelete
Aww shit? Honest injun? That would be the AWESOMENESS.ReplyDelete
Feel better soon -- early bed sounds good!ReplyDelete
I am exhausted too but not queasy. Just blissfully tired after 3 days on the water. Good night!ReplyDelete
Rest well Ms. Moon. Hope you're feeling better in the AM.ReplyDelete
Damn these long word verifications!
We have some perkies left over from Marc's surgery. That will fix you right up!ReplyDelete
dear ms. moon,ReplyDelete
may you wake to cooler days and a body you love residing in.
(can i have that too please?)
Ms. Moon - I hope you feel better now! xReplyDelete