which is good,
because this weekend totally blew rancid camel chunks.
Big E and the girls were fabulous, and sweet, and supportive, but having your arm swell to twice its normal size so that it looks like a bloated, blotchy piece of rotting meat that radiates heat and itches.. well.. ya.
Okay. Enough of that.
Tomorrow Big E and I are going to celebrate our twelfth wedding anniversary with a lovely lunch at a fabulous restaurant. It is going to be a good week, damn it.