That’s all I got.

My back hurts and I tried to go to the chiropractor, but his office is 60 miles away.  I know, I know, I’ve been trying to break up with him for YEARS.  I’ve told him that our long distance relationship doesn’t work, but he just looks at me without saying a word.  We both know I’m never going to find anyone who will give my spine the love and tenderness that he does.  

I was going to make the drive today until I remembered that I am driving on a spare tire, the original having, inexplicably, deflated while I was on the express way last Thursday.  That was fun.  I am getting a new tire this afternoon, but not in time for me to drive half way across the state.  I would drive the van except it is at a mechanic’s having been given a death sentence.  Oh Two Tone! 

Paul fancies himself a chiropractor and is always trying to give me an adjustment.  In the past I would ask to see his license and then decline the offer.  He’s at the point where he’ll get me in a hug and then try to crack my back.  

If there is a licensed chiropractor in the audience who is willing to make a house call, do a couple loads of laundry, educate the kids and pick up the house, that would be great and I would definitely say thank you.