Jeez - we're not...pill poppers!

Actual words spoken by JBrave. And it's true. I'm not. I hate taking pills...even when I'm supposed to.

So after the waterfall extravaganza (no, I didn't take pictures - and I'm totally wishing I had. I was too stunned to do anything like that.) I was pushing water out of the garage and taking everything out of that closet under the stairs and needless to say, my shoulder and my back ... ugh... a mess. PAIN my friends with a capital p and that rhymes with b and that stands for BOOZE. Yes indeedy. I needed some booze. Did I drink any? No. Not that night. I was too tired. Actually I think Kev-head and I each had about half a glass of Bob...but nothing significant.

Well by Saturday it was like the day after a car accident. You know - the day you REALLY feel it when you've done something stupid. Like hit a telephone pole, or rammed your four-wheeler into a tree...or in Kev-head's case, try to prove that you can still do a backwards somersault. Yeah, that's right, you heard me. Backwards.somersault. OMG - I almost peed my pants last weekend. The sight of my hubby with his legs in the air pushing with all his might. Now some of you might think that's a typical Saturday night at the Crumerosa...you'd be wrong. In my case the stupidity was moving all that shit. Kevin says it's because I don't delegate well. I say it's because I'M ALMOST 36 AND HORRIBLY OUT OF SHAPE. Nah...really? Muffin top you say? Just how big are they making muffins these days? Well lemme tell ya...

So Saturday I tell Jul that I'm not sure if I want to go home and open a bottle of red and drink the whole thing OR take a muscle relaxer and a vicodin and go to bed - I was HURTING. Not only that but I needed to numb my own embarrassment and frustration at being THAT SORE over some boxes (well, they were heavy) and some water (it was cold in that garage). Her response? *GASP* Rebecca - we're not...pill poppers! Go home and open that wine!

Halfway through the bottle I realized the wisdom of my friend. I put myself on a heating pad, climbed onto my tempur-pedic mattress (it's developed by NASA!) with my glass of red and fell to sleep watching TV. How's that for a rockin' Saturday night? At least I'm no pill popper.