About a week back.

My back has been hurting me. So tonight I went to CVS and bought me some new heel cups. The Jeanners made a decent attempt the other day to buy me some new insoles, but the poor girl just doesn't know what the f@#% she's doing when it comes to my footcare. Still, she gets points for the effort in my book.

Today I was tired as hell when I got home from work, so I took a 1.5 hour nap while the J-Dog hit the gym, and as a result I am not tired as hell here at bedtime. So I am sitting in Futurebaby's room having a G&T (with gourmet tonic! [a christmas gift from a co-worker][actually a gift for the J-Dog because the co-worker heard from her doctor while she {the coworker} was pregnant that tonic was good for nightime leg cramps.] and trying to remember interesting things that might have happened over the last week. Let's see, we went to the annual 12th Night party of the Ches. Shakes. Co. and it was relatively uneventful. Ate lots of hors d'oeuvres (pronounced "ordervs"), chased some kids around, Jeannie cut some SBD's, and put some sort of strange lime sauce on everything we could find. Also, we have been wiring and hanging drywall in the nook off our kitchen. It now looks like this:




Yes, I had to google the spelling of hors d'oeuvre. Yes, my back still hurts. Yes, I love my wife. Yes, I am tired of reading Studs Terkel's Working. I get the point, Studs: people have to go to work and some people like their jobs and some don't.