So, in the morning, my back decided to do it’s little spine tango. It dips just fine, it just doesn’t like to come back up. My back brace didn’t really work. Mainly because no amount of duct tape or Velcro was going to help make that thing fit my now ginormous waist. I tried different things to make it fit but if I moved, or you know, tried to breathe it would come popping open.
Trying not to cry ( as in break down in hysterics and search the house for the new fat-burning craze; Pringles), I put on my happy face and waddled into the car with Miss Butterfly (A Stabby offshoot). After dropping her off, I proceeded to work. At some point my back straighten a little bit and my hump became a little less noticeable. YEAH BABY! LESS HUMP!
I took care of some work stuff, CLOCKED OUT & then left to run some errands (school and surgery related). I stopped by my house on the way back to check on Ska and grab lunch (he was leaving for the weekend). I walked into the garage, while caring some stuff and skipping in a fat-girl-happy sort of way (hell, I don’t know) and proceeded to trip on some pvc pipes that were underneath a tarp. Yes, underneath. They are really visible that way.
I recovered to find myself with a swelling ankle, a purple and hurty little toe and my back right back into humpville. I am now hunched over and limping to one side. My head can pretty much only see the ground. Now, I find myself contemplating a walker. With tennis balls on the bottom to prevent scratching, of course, and give the pupsters something to chase after. It was a damn ridiculous sight.
At this point I am contomplating whther I really need to go back into work, I was going to be there all weekend anyways. So, when Ska found some left over girly type drinks from ‘camping’ (not my usual style – but sometimes beer just won’t cut it), some of those Parrotbay rum things, I decided I was going to have one. Right then. It was time to start drinking. The decision had been made. No more work today. Just some good old fashioned drinkin’ and loungin’
What? 1:21pm on a Friday afternoon is a respectable time to start drinking, right? I mean it wasn’t like I was drinking at breakfast or anything. I am saving that for tomorrow morning 
