You know you are getting old when you complain about your back hurting. I have grabbed my lower back at least 5 times today and every time I think” OH MAH GAH I look like someones grandmama right now” All I need is a ratty house dress (all grandmama’s had one) Some pink sponge rollers, some run over slide on pink house shoes, and fly swatter. HA!!!! “GO SAT DOWN SOMEWHERE!!! You bet not be in my garden!!! Hey… Hey… damn it I threw my back out again!!”
See its stuff like this that makes me wish I wasn’t single. If had a boyfriend I could plan a hot date of take out Chinese food, old sweat pants and lover boy giving me a killer back massage while I watch Lilo and Stich II.