Well' it's Thursday, so it's Car Porn and there's nothing you can do about it except moan. And talking of moaning: I've put my smegging back out slipping on frozen leaves, so I'm here at home swearing a lot and hicking around with my stick.
I'm not going to be hanging around this bloody monitor much longer though, as sitting like this really hurts.
Ow … Ow … Ow … fucking OW!
9 comments:
That car makes gives me all sort of totally inappropriate thoughts, sweetie! *fanning myself* Oh My! and Oh My again!
Hope you have some good medication for your back and your spirit! xoxoxoxoxo
Oh, poor, baby. Did you land on your tail? Would a good sports masseur help relieve the pain? Maybe a masseuse?
I lo-o-o-o-ve that green car. So right it should have a big #1 on it?
This is the right car for you, right now, Dive. Obviously you have to lie down to drive it.
Vrrrrooom...vrooooom.
I have some fine medication for my back, thank you Savannah, provided by those nice folk at Remy Martin.
xoxoxoxoxo
Oh, yikes, Speedway! I would never let a masseur within a mile of my back when it's like this. Massive doses of painkillers and alternating my time between lying flat on a hard surface and hicking about the house with my stick, combined with lots and lots of draggy slooooow time are the only remedies.
It's a doozy, isn't it, Petrea? This particular cutie is a multiple grand prix and leMans winner from the fifties. With my back in its current condition it would take a complicated system of levers, pulleys and painkillers to get me into the seat, but it would be worth it.
I'll second that, Vanda.
That is one niiice car!
Back pain is such a b*tch! Sometimes I use a tennis ball to massage the spasm. Good thing you've got some strong meds. Hope you feel better soon.
Thanks, Ms.M. Unfortunately, it seems to take longer to get better the older I get and this morning it's pretty nasty. Hey ho.
Yeah, I've noticed that's one of the "gifts of aging". As you would say, "Hey ho"!
Hey and a hearty dose of ho, Ms.M. The "gifts" of aging are pretty much the suckiest things in the bottom of one's Christmas stocking.
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