my back is killing me. if it isn't my knee, it's my back. cripes, i'm not even 30 and i'm falling apart.
not much exciting to report. mom and dad are visiting this weekend. the weather doesn't seem to be cooperating to let us pour a patio. so, i think dad and i will get up to some plumming instead. i'll try to get some photos of our 'cracks' to post next week. i know everyone will love that!
here's a joke for friday:
Did you hear about what happened to the cowboy who wore paper pants, a paper shirt, paper boots, and a paper hat?
The Sheriff arrested him for rustling.
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3 comments:
maybe if you ate more red meat, used more petrolium based cleaning products, and shopped at wal-mart instead of the co-op, your back and knee wouldn't hurt any more. dang hippies. hehehe
p.s. mad props for the mr. vogel joke.
very, VERY, funny marta. maybe it's all the toxins leaving my system......... sheesh, wal-mart shoppers.
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