The weekend has landed and I couldn’t be more relieved.
It’s been a really long and aside from the fact that my head needs a break, the creak in my back is getting a little hard to bear. Today, my right foot actually went dead during a few meetings and I had to either straighten them out in front of me (in front of other meeting attendees), stand up and do a little tap dance or wiggle my butt furiously in my chair until some sort of sensation returned to my leg. Something tells me tomorrow’s MRI is going to say I need a series of physiotherapy sessions asap and a whole new regime to ensure I keep my core muscles strong. Don’t wanna be turning into the humpback of notre dame anytime soon. My mate G and I have decided to look into doing some yoga together so I don’t end up becoming a fatty catty like little Sally boo. Much research needed.
Speaking of G, we did a very girly-friend thing last night which was quite intriguing seeing as how we’re quite an un-girly duo. With both the husbands suitably engaged in work, we made a trip down to Artisan Sweets at Henry Park and filled our pockets with salty caramel macaroons and delicious cupcakes. Lots of mmm-ing and bum wiggling involved during the dessert tasting process. Stuffed me gob so full of sweeties that I was literally on a sugar high all evening – hence the research into WordPress migration, contemplating the crossroads of my life and actually starting a whole new diary for the future. I realized I was getting too used to simply posting pictures up from my phone and the words had all escaped me.
I’ve been getting writer’s block a lot lately and this to me is a very sad affair. Whatever happened to all the words? I miss them now.
In random news, little Sally’s stitches came out today so she’s no longer a frankenstein but is back to being a frankfurter. *chortle*