i don't know, but lesson #1 might just be to not do business with someone named mad dog.

so i started physical therapy for my neck...

it's not so much therapy as it is a butt load of hard ass exercise with someone watching your every move...

at one point my physical therapist was having me do some ridiculous exercise on the ball that involved muscles i thought had retired...he said

"okay, at this point you want it to burn a little"

and i said

"you don't get many christmas cards, do you?"

but the absolute BEST part came when he said

"oh, you don't want your stomach resting on the ball"

and i said

"that's not my stomach resting on the ball as much as it's hanging on the ball"

indeed.

in other news, the duke of fun heads for the state elementary chess championships this weekend...we were all going to go, but with two pregnant kitties due whenever in the next bit of time i decided i should stay close...

so it's just wingman and me this weekend, and oh yeah, two pregnant kitties...did i mention i have two pregnant kitties?

spring has sprung and there's gardening and baseball and the like...add in two sessions of physical therapy a week and school four days a week, not to mention something every weekend till mid june and i feel like i'm scheduled from now until kingdom come...

i'm only used to being so busy in my brain...my addled pockmarked brain...

and i STILL don't have my truck back...some bloke named mad dog was building a transmission for it BUT built and sent the wrong one!!...he's replacing it with a heftier, beefier, butcher version, but it's set everything back...and the transfer case is somewhere in california for re-hab and due to be sent back this week...

good. lord. good thing i love that damned truck so damned much or the time the hassle the EXPENSE just might seem the teeniest. bit. not. worth. it.

but like with everything the lord of the ring and i take on at least we go big...project trucks, pregnant kitties, etc. etc. etc...and that's just in the last year...we've got about 12 more in the inventory...our relationship shorthand really just comes down to one look...the what the hell have we gotten ourselves into now? look...

the first time we shared that look was about four months into my pregnancy with the duke...which is a look i think a lot of pregnant couples end up sharing at one point or another...

but as of next week it will be ten years since the duke was born and our family started and we couldn't imagine any of it turning out more perfect than it has...

and by perfect i mean at times headed towards fucked up beyond all recognition...

but, i guess that's just how we roll...yo.

x.