Flat On My Back, And Not In The Good Way
i threw my back out on thursday by putting a 20 gazillion pound box on a shelf. rule of thumb: lift with the legs. and because i’m high on tylenol and ben-gay vapors here are some photos to make you smile. a dopey, drug-induced smile.

my very sweet mother-in-law gave me this lovely autumn wreath. i love it, except when it smacks me in the face when i open the door.

can you tell i like red? the picture frames are made of heavy iron.

my friend rita gave me this monkey thing. i think it is supposed to be a soap dish but i think it is an ode to butt secks.

cooper and kev cuddle on the couch on sunday morning. gawd, i love these two.

this dog never fails to amaze me. she goes through 300 different emotions in the span of an hour. it’s like living with a less hairy version of nancy grace.

coopers gets scritches from daddy. i adore the look on her face.