If you can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. -Thumper's Mom
I took a fall. My knee is sprained, swollen and really hurts. I am so crabbbby I can't stand myself. It hurts, I don't like to slow down so my attitude is poor. Falling when you are in your fifties is different than when you fall in your twenties. Every time I get up I feel sick and bitchy.
So, in the meantime, I have watched the two part Christmas episode of the The Office, watched Guarding Tess, watched Doc Martin Season 4, episode 8 and now I've begun the British version of Men Behaving Badly.
I'm reading Rescue by Anita Shreve.
Jodi brought me a stack of magazines.
I researching my guys.
Danny is working at
Bistro Bella Vita in Grand Rapids, MI. I think if I ate dinner there I would have a hard time deciding between the filet mignon and the Harvest Ravioli.
Sam has been chosen to work on his
Expert Medical Field Badge. I don't think I could do the 12 miles in full gear right now and I don't think I could ever treat the open abdominal wound. Go Sam!
I am shopping for summery resort wear but nothing is out yet. I have my purse by my bed though, just in case. I wish we had a
Dillard's Department Store here. I need a cute cover up, some new shorts and a flirty skirt for evenings.
I did some Waikiki research, I think we'll be able to find plenty to keep us busy and fed. Max says all he wants to do is go to our spot and sit. No research necessary for that activity.
I have tons of things I want to do, clean the museum gift shop, take inventory, rearrange the shop. At home, take the love seat and chair apart for painting and upholstery, finish painting the trim, clean the garage, wrap my mom's birthday gift, laundry, blah blah blah.
Oh, and I'm snacking on carbs, because I'm nauseated and don't feel like a diet.
For someone who shouldn't have said anything at all, I think I've said enough.