The trend lately has been 3 comments per post.
Is this because nobody is reading blogs or just my blog?
Are people hibernating? Like bears?
I feel like I did in the beginning - just talking to myself and making myself laugh because there is no way I really have 84 followers and they are reading this daily and getting anything out of it.
I think they just forgot to delete me or un-follow me.
Let us pretend though that there are a few out there and they can come to my pity party because really, I did not used to give a rats hat and now I do.
Ok, I don't care about all of you because some of you are advertisers and some are loons and some are unavailable for me to see who you are but there are a handful of you who I would totally like in person and I feel like I have made some great friends.
So, it's those who care that I am typing to right now.
I think it is because today, at the ripe old age of 40, I bought my first tube of Icy Hot.
I almost bought the Bengay but Mr. Funny (who kept showing me all of these KY for Her gels and potions because they were right by the muscle pain stuff and he is 12 years old) described it and I was intrigued with the thought of being cold and hot at the same time plus it sounded more like someone younger could use it whereas Bengay sounded, well....old.
I also got a new heating pad because (and yes, I am going to pick on my husband today because he picks on me and I am fed up to here) Mr. Funny has some irritating fears and one of them is fire.
Everything is a fire hazard and he is constantly unplugging things and shutting off things for fear of fire.
And my old heating pad has a short and it gets really hot and burns my back and neck which I love because it feels like I am sitting in the hot sun and I am a freak.
And it has been like this for years!
So, every time I go to bed with this heating pad on my back or my neck or my abdomen, he eyeballs it and then me and then asks if I care if the bed catches fire.
Not my flesh.
Not worried that I might end up looking like the body in the bed at the end of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance video.
I slept really late this morning because we do the same thing every Monday and I wanted to sleep instead (and my back and neck and bladder hurt) but Mr. Crazypants insisted that today we were gonna do different things.
The bank was closed so we didn't have to deposit things but we did have to drop off payroll because those employees like to get paid for their time.
Then we had sub sandwiches and calzones at a place here in town that we never go to and it was yummy.
Then, we drove around awhile in the country and it was 60 degrees and sunny and we had not a care in the world (except my neck)
Then we picked up our son and took him home and I read the new People about Heidi (she looks stupid, still) and how stars stay skinny (US) and then we went to Applebees for dinner.
How crazy we are, we always have pizza on Monday.
We did grab a few items at Walmart instead of the grocery trip we do every Monday and then went home and I realized that I still needed a new heating pad so I wouldn't kill us all in our sleep and we had to go back to Walmart again.
I am going to head upstairs now to try out the new Icy Hot.
I am pretty sure I pinched a nerve in my neck because it has hurt since Christmas and I am going to try to get a massage this week to help it.
Is there a warm place in Lousiana, Georgia, Texas or Alabama that anyone recommends for a short trip for our anniversary? It will be in mid Feb.
I am thinking Gulf.
Oh, and we are having our photos taken for the newspaper tomorrow because we were nominated for some Best Of awards (the restaurant) and I have no idea what I am going to wear.
The last time we were in the paper, when we first bought the restaurant, I looked like a goon.