My Addled Brain

In an effort to become The Madre’s understudy in all things martyred, I decided to inflict some lower back pain on myself. One hot, muggy trip to Busch Gardens (complete with hour long ride lines, roving bands of fierce touristas, and the always enjoyable breakdown of the new roller coaster the first time I get a chance to ride it) later, and mission accomplished! I’ve spent my last three mornings trying to figure out exactly the best way to apply soap to anything below the knees - I’ve got the rest covered, TYVM - with varying degrees of success. Fortunately, my chair at work is a $50 wonder of ergonomic economy, so my day usually clears up nicely. Perhaps my issue lies with the office chair I have in my home, which I believe I acquired from the Institute for the Study of Advanced Scoliosis during a fire sale.

Thankfully, I have Teh One, who can perform some of my less important decision making needs, such as what we’re going to watch on television tonight. Since she’s already taken efforts to spam my comments, as well as my own inbox (you didn’t think she’s only this obsessive in commentland, do you?), I guess I know what I’ll be watching at 10pm EST - assuming my cable is up. It’s been up and down the last couple of days, I assume in protest over having a large, exposed coil of cable in my front yard for, oh, about eight months now. But I digress.

A replacement chair, to luxuriate in while planning world domination, will be forthcoming today. I already have a selection in mind; although, it doesn’t look very comfortable. Not to mention I couldn’t find one at Staples.