Right?
Not so much.
I figured, how hard can it be? I'll go work off some pent up aggression from not getting my kitchen clean and dealing with my sassy four year old all day.
Now my shoulder hurts and my arm hurts and there's still a big old pile of wood out in the backyard. Unsplit.
In completely unrelated news, today is December 10th. That means that my birthday is in exactly one month. So I officially have only one month left to be in my twenties. Thirty is looming over the horizon and I'm not sure yet if it's friendly. But as long as Jacquie remembers who turns 30 first (she does by a whopping 16 days) then it's all good. I can be the baby for a little longer.
However it appears to be inevitable. I'm getting old.
Where's my advil?
1 comment:
You are only as old as you let yourself feel. (and more importantly you don't look 30..hehe)
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