I am wearing wrist brace. It is helping. I have two other ones that I can put in the freezer or heat in the microwave. They work wonders. I should not be typing this at all, but I need something to do for the next few minutes here at work.
My hands hurt, my wrists hurt and my arms hurt all the way up to my shoulders. Could be worse, right? I could be unable to work at all! I feeel lucky!
Whoa, my boss just came by. Yikes. I know she saw my blog. Oh well.
The husband has called me 4 times today...and Sunday, he called to ask if he could come by and pick up a helmet he left, and when he came over - he stayed for hours and hours. He talked to me about EVERYTHING going on in his life right now. I DONT CARE DAMNIT!
What the hell? He knows we are getting a divorce. He is renting a truck next week to pick up all his stuff from my house (I'll believe that when I see it), yet he keeps calling and wanting to come over to spend time with me.
I would be less perplexed if I were giving up the booty...
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Ok, is this a bad time to suggest an illicit affair? I mean, you wouldn't have to type and it would take your mind off things...sort of. Oh, and PS: sorry I haven't written back, it's difficult enough to dedicate my mind to the length of time THIS takes...
An illicit affair with you, my darling, veiner-schnitzel? Or, just one in general? I would still have to use my hands, wouldn't I? Or, would this be a hands free affair?
It is okay that you haven't written. I certainly understand. I'll take what I can get.
Uuummm, yes, no, not really, maybe.
Ok.
Booty is the great equalizer.
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