Last weekend I took the girls and their friends to the pool. There were five of them. Five. Girls. Gabfest! Actually, it was pretty fun. I love to go there because I actually get to do things like read a book and relax. When I get too hot, I get in the pool to cool off. Every hour they have adult swim for 10 minutes. The kids come back and reapply sunscreen if needed, and imbibe in a little snack. Swimming is lots of work, don't you know?

What I am about to tell you will convince you, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am a hopeless klutz. I was lying on my stomach in a lounge chair when adult swim was called. The girls came back and wanted a snack. As I went to get up, I leaned on my elbows. Just as I was almost turned completely around and nearly in a sitting position, the chair tipped over and and I went buttox over teakettle. It was not a pretty sight. To make matters worse, I was laughing so hard that it was difficult to extricate myself from that unlady like position. It didn't help that the lower part of the chair folded upwards, effectively blocking my legs from moving. It hurt a bit, but nothing really bad. At that point, I think my pride took the biggest blow.

I have a huge bruise, which covers a large part of the lower left hand portion of my back. By looking at it, you would have thought I should be in traction. I've been a bit sore, but nothing to write home about. I'm stiff in the morning and after I sit for too long. This is easily remedied when I move around a bit.

I think I overdid it a bit yesterday. I was on my feet a lot at work, then driving the kids here and there to activities, and then came home and cooked dinner. Normally, this wouldn't phase me in the slightest because I'm used to it. By the time I was done with dinner, my back hurt. Nothing excrutiating but more of an annoying, tired like ache. This is the point that convinced me that perhaps my husband is as hard of hearing as his children are.

Me: My back hurts.
Him: What?
Me: My back hurts.
Him: You have a bad what?
Me: My. Back. Hurts.
Him: Your bad turd?

And people wonder how we have made it 19 years. Now I know why.

Moogie's Note: The video above is of Meelie and her BFF! Princess M. The only part of my car that got washed last night was the top.

PS: Blog Fodder #24, be there.