And, ow. Seriously. Everything – and I mean everything, even my brain – hurts this evening. I had a fantastically great weekend and now I am paying the sore muscled price.
Friday, I spent cooped up in front of my computer writing on my Poe paper and presentation. In thinking about it, I am actually going turn in 3 separate written pieces. A research paper. A PowerPoint presentation1. And a handout for the classmates. I’m about ¼ way done with the paper, ½ done on the presentation. It’s all due this week but I foresee no problem2 with that.
Saturday was errands with the Girl and then we headed over to a friend’s house for fun and games. She had bought herself the Wii version of Zumba 2 and Just Dance. We fooled around with it for a few hours and then headed to our favorite Vietnamese place for their “hot and sour” soup, which is really just the best thing on the planet but isn’t actually, yanno, hot and sour soup.
I head home, feed Mister Man some dinner and then am talked into going out to dance with a group of friends. Oh, sure! Mama can do that all day, every day. No problem. I slap on makeup and assemble my outfit:
And head out into the night. I dance. And dance. And then, for a change? I danced some more. By the time I got home, I was bone tired and more than ready for a shower and bed.
You all see where this is going, right?
Did you read that? Go ahead and click that link. It’s all right. I’ll wait.
Back? 🙂 Good.
Did you see the part where it says that the worst bit is about 48 hours later? Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.
1 – Now with Hee-Haw! (Yes, you read that right. Hee-Haw.)
2 – Knocks on wood like a madwoman.