Wouldn't that be nice? I really felt my age as I stood up and twisted just right to throw out my back. AAAH! My youth flashed before my eyes as I desperately tried to right myself. Ooch and Ouch with every move. Uh, Oh, Eee! I slowly stood up and made it down the stairs. One step at a time. Wincing all the way. I got my son to his practice, who selflessly offered to stay home. I sat in the car and turned on the back-of-the-seat warmer. Finally I was able to take some ibuprofen. I'm much better now, but still very sore.
Calgon take me away!
(dating myself. do they even make calgon anymore?)
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