I'm back to drinking coffee from a straw today.
I still can't raise my arms high enough to get the mug to my mouth. I also had to take this picture from waist-level. You should have seen me trying to get the viewfinder to my eye, or my eye down to the viewfinder. Impossible. And hilarious.
You want to know what else is hilarious?
Husband trying to put my hair in a ponytail. I had no idea he didn't know how to do ponytails. You think you really know someone.
It took 17 tries. I'm not kidding. At one point I said, "aren't you supposed to be an engineer?" Five more attempts later he said, "can't we just use a zip tie?"
Yep, he's still an engineer.
So what is wrong with me, you might ask?
How much time do you have?
Honestly though, nothing too major. Just a little something called Subluxation, or "partial dislocation" of some bone in my body.
Husband thought I had lyme disease. Husband is not a doctor.
So, I'll be hanging out on my laptop today if anyone needs me.
And telling Sherman to stop licking my face.
I also spent about four hours looking through some old photos yesterday of my super sexy husband (that would be the pain meds talking again).
Honestly, I really just wanted to see more pictures of myself as a blonde, since I'll be going back to blonde again very soon. This is thanks to the 50+ people who wrote "BLONDE!!" in response to my post yesterday.
And to this husband said, "So would you jump off a bridge if 50+ people told you to?"
And to this I said, "Yes. Yes I would."