Hump Day Blather

I met up with my friend Trish for lunch today with her two sisters, who are always fun to hang around. I don't have any sisters. I wish I did, because boys are kind of gross. Since I grew up in a house full of testosterone, I throw punches like a boy (instead of hair pulling like girls do). I can dismantle objects and put them back together. I can also belch the National Anthem.

So, in light of my sisterlessness, I do have a few pseudo sisters. Trish being one. Another one being H.C. (So, if Brother fucks it up with her, I'm totally kicking his ass...)

At any rate, lunch with Trish and the girls = fun afternoon. After that, Trish and I went and got pedicures where the lady who did mine proceeded to cut my toe off with her clippers. Seriously. There was blood. Needless to say, I won't be going back.

I spent the remaining afternoon with Mom. Another salad outing, plus a brief excursion to the grocery store. I cleaned the kitchen, and did some laundry. If I were pregnant, what I am doing would be considered nesting. But I am not pregnant. I am having knee surgery next week, and I would like to coast the rest of the week with a clean house.

I think the knee knows the jig is up. It's been hurting especially bad this week. I look like I'm mentally challenged whenever I go up and down the stairs. As if approaching stairs is as difficult as quantum physics. What the hell was I thinking when I bought a house with stairs???

I think it's safe to say my ACL is shot. And not a moment too soon. I can't wait for it to be fixed so I can start doing things I like. Swimming. Roller blading. Biking. Walking up and down stairs.

On a much more cheerful note, I've managed to reconnect with an old friend, and it feels good. Real good. Maybe it's one of those things coming full circle. Give me a month and I will know for sure.