Just Don't Ask Me to Look to the Left

Last night, my younger sis Big Al came over to Sal Gal's to hang out with us for a while after work. Some how or another, we ended up getting her to do her famous Carlton (from Fresh Prince of Bel Air) dance. Til this day I've never seen anybody do that dance as perfect as she does. If we would have had our video camera handy, you can bet that you'd be watching that video right now! Even though I've seen her do it hundreds of times, I still laugh til I cry every time. It's the small things people.
For some reason I ended up falling asleep on the couch around 9:30pm. Yep. When I party, I party hard. I was exhausted....and a little sore. Here's why:

Yesterday morning I set a new personal record while getting ready for work. I showered, shaved, washed (seriously, not just put powder in it), dried, straightened my hair, and even applied some make-up all in about 30 minutes. However, I managed to completely throw my neck out in the process.
Ready to laugh?
I bent my head over to wrap up my wet hair in a towel and then slung my head back up. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Well, I got a little overzealous with my slingback. I really need to work on being less spastic about things.
Okay, you can stop picturing it in your head now.
Seriously.
Stop.
Now I can only turn my neck to the right, looking to the left is a task. But, I must say it was totally worth it to achieve my new record. I took one for the team. I'm tough like that.
The bad part is that since M-to -the-Izz-A is out of town, I have no one to complain to or coerce to feel sorry for me.

Speaking of the hubby, I'm really missing that guy. I joked around with him before he left, saying how much I was going to enjoy his absence because he is so very hyper and sometimes has a hard time just relaxing. Sal Gal and I like to refer to him as 'intense'. A common quote around our house is, "Matt, you're at a seven and I'm gonna need you to bring it down to about a two or three" (referring to his hyperactivity level). I kid with him a lot but he knew I was really sad that he was leaving for a week. I even got a wild hair and baked him some brownies for the road. (my one domestic wild hair for the year) He thanked me and then mumbled something about the other guys making fun of him. We then battled it out head to head had a heart to heart conversation about how to be thankful and appreciative when people do nice things for you.
But since he's been gone for a few days, Kate and I are indeed missing him. The past two mornings Kate has woken up saying, "Da-da, Da-da". That hurts my heart for her, but I just keep reminding myself that he'll be home on Friday.
It always helps to have something to look forward to: Personal Massage Therapist Husband returns home on Friday!
I can't wait to just sit on the couch and watch T.V. together.
Him on the right, me on the left, of course.