And then there was my knee... and it still hates me.

So... My knee got all sassy pants on me and decided to tear its own meniscus. Suckful. I wish I could say it was from some glorious sports injury or something... but no. That's not my story. Apparently walking and sitting has become somewhat of a danger zone for me.

Thanks 30. You win!

And who knew that you couldn't fix a meniscus with a heating pad and extra cuddles??? Surgery was NEVER an option for me!

There's something awesome to be said about peeing at home without having to grab the sink and the towel rack on the wall just to make it happen. My 29 year old knees would never have betrayed me this way.

And the brace... OH. THE. BRACE! Super Ugly... super velcro'y... and not full of sparkles and dazzle.

Am I whining??? Obviously. But your knees work so suck it!


And I mean that in the most lady-like way possible.




*besos*

And Then there was.... milk

*sigh* I may have thrown away a half-gallon of milk yesterday because it smelled "too milky"...

...Or not. Whatever.

Except that I did and it made perfect sense to me. I called my mother, and she was all " Why didn't you taste it to see if it was good or not???"

If I don't like the way it smells then it gets tossed.... We don' t taste something to see if its okay or not. If' it's not okay then who really wins???? The milk? That's not a loss I'm willing to take!

Then I was sorta pissed because Fruity Pebbles were calling my name and "super milky" milk just wouldn't do.

Day ruined??? Obviously!