Saturday, January 14, 2012


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.

1 comment:

The Brew Crew said...

*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!