You know those pinpricks you get all over your arm when the numbness of sleeping on it in a really hard nap starts to wear off? You know how they hurt like fire?
There is a reason this song was written.
(Excuse the fact that the video goes all wonky because my blog is old and I refuse to learn how to program. Just listen and ignore the picture that is only half there.)
I got a call last night asking me to write an article about our recent experiences.
Me. Who writes about everything.
Me. Who never turns down a writing opportunity.
Me. Who for years called herself a writing prostitute.
Me. Who would write a phone book if asked to.
I told her, and I quote: I don't know. I'm not sure I can. I'll let you know.
This morning I ALMOST posted to my Facebook: Can anyone tell me when the numbness will wear off and when it does, how bad is it going to hurt?
But I erased it because that sounded way dramatic and frankly I didn't want the poor baby's that might result.
I guess this is when I need google+ and could limit the people who see posts to those who have been there.
I'm feeling the pinpricks this morning and if this is a smattering of what's to come, Lord help me.
There is a reason this song was written.
(Excuse the fact that the video goes all wonky because my blog is old and I refuse to learn how to program. Just listen and ignore the picture that is only half there.)
I got a call last night asking me to write an article about our recent experiences.
Me. Who writes about everything.
Me. Who never turns down a writing opportunity.
Me. Who for years called herself a writing prostitute.
Me. Who would write a phone book if asked to.
I told her, and I quote: I don't know. I'm not sure I can. I'll let you know.
This morning I ALMOST posted to my Facebook: Can anyone tell me when the numbness will wear off and when it does, how bad is it going to hurt?
But I erased it because that sounded way dramatic and frankly I didn't want the poor baby's that might result.
I guess this is when I need google+ and could limit the people who see posts to those who have been there.
I'm feeling the pinpricks this morning and if this is a smattering of what's to come, Lord help me.
1 comment:
*Tears* I like your analogy. I sometimes wish my foot would just go back to sleep because I hate that burning pain.
Write about it!
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