Sunday, March 28 was just like any other Sunday. I went to my parents' house for breakfast and Jerry had to work.
At the Taj Ma'Hoell, eccentric Uncle Odie joined us for breakfast. Since he is watching their house and dogs while mom and dad hit up Vegas, he stopped by for lessons in eye drop administration, and I imagine, how to properly lock the basement door (it's hard!). After breakfast, mom got a wild hair to decorate Easter Eggs. While she had 2 kits already, she launched a house-wide hunt for a 3rd kit that she swore she had. In the process, we found Christmas presents that she never gave us and travel Mad Gab - which we "lost" sometime in 2005 (would be my best guess). I will admit that dying Easter Eggs didn't suck completely, although I was getting annoyed by Odie's military-esque instrucitons on which colors to mix together. But I got over it. I think that I only fully decorated one egg (the most beautiful, and only photogenic one of the lot):
This took us through to 1:00! After dying time was over, I scooted to run a few errands and take lunch to Jerry at work, then home to finish up laundry to get us started toward vacation {cough cough wedding cough cough} packing. Jerry finally made it home and we had a rather boring dinner before deciding to laze about and watch TV (in between folding loads of laundry).
At some point this weekend, I injured myself. Don't know how or what I did, but I was suffering from terrible pain in my back that was slowly traveling down my thigh. Jerry offered me a muscle relaxer. As I took it, I had flashbacks to grade school safety days when they tell you never to take medication prescribed to someone else. But I had already had what seemed like half a bottle of advil and I had no relief. Well, the muscle relaxer provided no additional relief. But it did make me rather complacent.
Oh well, I guess... It was worth a shot.
No comments:
Post a Comment