bah-dum-dum

Posted by ann

My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.

My wife asked, ‘Do you know her?’ ‘Yes,’ I sighed, ‘She’s my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn’t been sober since.’

‘My God!’ says my wife, ‘who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?’

And then the fight started…

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, ‘I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.’

I bought her a scale.

And then the fight started…

ann’s state of the union

Posted by ann

or how my crotch is on the mend …..

thank you for all your get better wishes. My leg is feeling much better. Because reading blogs is all about the too-much-info factor, I will tell you that the injury was not to my ‘hoo-ha’ but to the hamstring of my left leg. I iced it and then remembered that years ago I had bought this massager thing at Costco (quit it you dirty, dirty girls!) and got that out and now things are feeling much better. It’s more of an overuse pain as opposed to the muscle ripped from the bone thing that had been going on.

It is my turn to host our knit-day today. I have a big pot of cream of chicken soup on the stove – it’s a new pressure cooker recipe and I will let you know how it turns out.

Knitting? you want to know about the knitting?? I am hard at work on Amelia – getting very close to the underarm.

When I come back I promise:

pictures
to tell you about my new wheel

Posted by ann

Last night I achieved one of my all time preteen goals. So the 11 year old me can rest easy, the triumvirate is mine – I have indeed french kissed a boy, gotten my period and the final jewel in the crown? I have done a split. All of those afternoons of practicing gymnastics with the Santangelo girls from down the street (they actually had a gymnastics mat!) have finally paid off.

Yes, last night at midnight I decided that my front walk could use one final clean sweep of snow from the day’s storm. “Just get that done before you go to bed and that way it won’t be icy”, I thought.

My dears, it was already icy. There I was with my left leg sliding out in front and away from the rest of me. I couldn’t stop it. I was like Nadia Comaneci minus the pony tail and the grace and the supple teenage body.

It hurts! Luckily I can walk and get up and down the stairs, but certain things are making me wince. Like sitting in this chair. Hope my knitting chair will be okay.