It's annoying being half broke.
My allergies kick in randomly (I sneezed 12 times in a row a few minutes ago) but they aren't consistent enough to receive treatment beyond Zyrtec or Claritin.
My left knee has been giving me such fits that I asked Jason just to yank it out of joint so it can be broken enough to be replaced.
You know you are pathetic when you are HOPING for a joint replacement at my tender young age.
All you people out there who can bend your knees, thank them!
Sorry about the quality here, but shooting through the kitchen window on the quick doesn't make for great photos.
This morning I stopped by Lowe's on my way home. I called Jason to see if we needed anything ("From Lowe's?") and told him I was just getting some food for his deer. And her baby. I'm a little worried because I haven't seen the fawn for about two weeks now, but she just may not let him out much. She's been coming around in the middle of the day to eat my please-stay-out-of-the-trash-cans critter food bribe to the raccoons.
Loki sez: Is deer a part of my ancestral diet?