I should so be home in bed.
And, no, not for the reason you think.
Because my back is still killing me. It's like torture. I can barely sit. I actually said a rosary this morning on the way in to work. I was crying like a dick last night because it really did hurt so bad.
I hate to go to the doctor for stuff like this, but I'm going to ride it out for a bit.
Too much work. Too damn much.
My Cheffy is sooooo taking care of me though.
Porkchops stuffed with wilted spinach, feta and artichokes. Asparagus just the way I like it, a bit crunchy. Chocolate chip cookies.
I gave him an extra special treat.
More vicodan. More spilled secrets. Apparently I would like to be tied up?? This is news to me.
(shhh. Don't tell anyone, but I love this man.)
Posted by debutaunt at June 8, 2004 10:02 AM | TrackBack