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June 13, 2005
oldey moldey
I am so sore. I'm sore from shelving yarn (hey, don't laugh, it was a lot of high-up stretching), I'm sore from hauling flats and gigantic sheets of plywood, I'm sore on my head where the Makita fell on it, I'm sore on my tongue where I bit it when the Makita landed on my head, and I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow because (are you sitting down?) I went to the gym today.
I'm all creaky and achy like I'm a hundred years old. Fortunately, I know what'll fix it. Drinkie!
Comments
Oh being sore is no fun. Hope the drink helped.
Posted by: Rebekah at June 14, 2005 11:27 AM
I feel your pain. Back when I was a young adonis, I could scrub the kitchen floor with impunity. Now that I am (akk!) 44, I ache after scrubbing the floor and trimming some roses. One word: Mojito.
Posted by: bob at June 14, 2005 1:53 PM