Now, don't get my wrong. I love those two. But my mother cannot go longer than three minutes without saying something about them. It's a proven fact. And she has to tell me the same thing over and over. And over. Yes, I did know that O ordered something new when you went to dinner the other night. You've told me. Three times. And how grown up that is of him. And that he didn't like the horseradish sauce. Because I heard that three times as well. Along with their upcoming schedules, what else O ate when he as at her house, E's birthday gift (I will admit, that part was cool) and just....STOP TALKING ABOUT THEM. It's obnoxious. I actually have to tune her out most of the time when we go places together because it's all she can talk about. How sad is that?
I hurt my knee again today. Trying to put my sheets back on the bed. I was trying to tuck the ends in (hospital corners, be impressed) and instead of sitting on the floor, as I should have not even one month out of knee surgery, I got down in almost a catcher's position and....ow. Ow ow. My knee didn't like that. So, it still hurts. I still can’t get into child's pose with it. But I can kneel. So that's an improvement. But still, tonight, I hurt.
So yeah, that's it for today. Short, sweet and full of bitching. Did you expect less? Wait...
So yeah, happy Sunday. See you tomorrow.



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