I have protruding disks. Shots in the spine have been scheduled. It’s hard to feel hot when you’re in semi-constant pain. I saw a meme yesterday that said my favorite childhood memory is not having back pain and my face literally stung from being spiritually backhanded.
Why does my back always throw out when I start a new job? Obviously it’s stress but it also feels like the universe is under the impression that I have not been humbled enough so it decides to remind me I’m not that great particularly when things start going better but DAMN things are still not the greatest so what gives???
Anyway, I’m thankful for my job. My wardrobe. My happy, healthy kids. My amazing spouse. There is not enough time in the day to remind me of what really, really matters and I won’t miss out on opportunities to do so.
Cole and I wheeled my crippled ass to Joshua Tree this weekend. It wasn’t the feral naked weekend I planned but it was whiny and naked so that’s something.
Moving on: The lewk. It couldn’t have been better even if more than a minute’s planning went into it. Literally started from the bottom up. Knew I had to rock the Woody Crocs. Immediately thought of the red leather skirt to get them to pop. Blown away by remembering I had a wood-print shirt. Topped it off with the Messy necklace. Boom. I surprise myself sometimes.