Vicodin, hunger and bad coupons...
What a week!
Monday started with me moving two rooms worth of furniture simply because I got an urge.
Mistake.
Despite my original thought that stretching tore my back muscle I've now come to the conclusion it was instead the result of me playing tough guy with the couch.
Next time I promise to not be so stubborn and impatient, and I will wait for Matt to help me move stuff.
Actually, that will probably never happen. I've always been stubborn and impatient.
Anyway, I'm now happily downing Vicodin and promising myself I won't end up in rehab like Matthew Perry, Brett Favre and Rush Limbaugh...just to name a few addicts.
While suffering through unbearable back pain (which really isn't all the bad with a cup of joe and shiny, white Vicodin) I read The Hunger Games...in 24 hours.
LOVED IT!
It is gruesome and well written and wonderful.
Anyway, I'm hopefully picking up the second in the series tonight.
Sorry sweet family of mine, I've got some reading to do. :)
Another highlight of my week was when I received two emails from friends who read my blog.
Those emails contained none other than....bad coupons!
Yah, Baby!
The first bad coupon was sent in by Kristin Haar and it made me laugh and laugh and laugh.
I'm really not sure how tightening this contraption around your neck is supposed to relieve neck pain?
I don't think that woman is sighing in relief. No, her eyes are closed because she has choked.
The "neck extender 3000" (or whatever it is called) looks about as comfortable as this...
The second bad coupon came from Telea Bogan and in her email to me, she said it best...
"...who wouldn't want to buy 'fine jewelry' from the newspaper."
Indeed.
Nothing says exquisite like bad coupon jewelry.
Men, it may look as awesome as jewelry from a display case but no woman wants to explain to her mother and friends that her man bought her engagement ring from the Sunday paper.
You're gonna look bad.
Hooray for bad coupons!
If you find any good 'bad' ones please send them my way...craft@netins.net
They make me smile. And so does Vicodin.
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