Usually three minutes after I blog my phone starts ringing. As I answer one I knew you were home because you just blogged call, another goes straight to voice mail....Why aren't you answering your phone? I know you are home, you just blogged! I always wonder why they don't think it is Karen who is doing all the blogging. It is possible it is her. Just the other day I was reading someone else's blog (not even the blog of someone related to us!) and saw a really funny response. I clicked on the responder's name and nearly fell to the floor. It was Karen!
This morning just as I was about to blow dry my hair, one of the rubber bands that holds my body together snapped...just like the morning after that Celine Dion concert. Lucky for me I was not in Las Vegas this time. I was as usual, in my pajamas with wet hair. I wonder why my back never goes out when I am dressed and have lipstick on. Or even after I've blow dried my hair. I know I did this to myself because just the other day I was bragging that I never have back problems because I go to the chiropractor all the time. In an over confident move, I listened to a Celine Dion CD last night. Fucking Celine!
After the whistling workers finished today- I hobbled to my car which was down the street and not in the garage where it should be ( why should it be easy when your back hurts?)- and went to the chiropractor. Better, but not great. I know the routine: ice and no sitting for more than ten minutes. But, it took me ten minutes just to figure out how to sit down. I am not getting up.
The phone is way over there, so NOBODY CALL ME. And just to be safe, don't call Karen, either.
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