I just came downstairs about an hour ago. What a lovely time to get a nasty cold, eh? As such, I don’t have anything to say today. Other than: Thank you, husband, for letting me be entirely useless today.
Monthly Archives: November 2009
Three truths and a lie
- I’ve seen GWAR in concert.
- I make a mean mojito.
- I once had a cat named Beavis.
- I hate shopping.
This is the painkiller
Yesterday, I wrenched my back trying to carry a wiggly and non-cooperative 2-year-old up the stairs. Today I’ve been hobbling around like an old, old lady. In looking through the medicine cabinet, I found a bottle of generic Percoset from when Petey was born. It says “discard after 11/08/08,” which the keen-eyed among you might note was just over a year ago. Does that mean it will be the end of me if I take one? I probably won’t take one regardless, but I’m curious.
Also, how do you discard old medicine? I don’t really want to just throw it in the trash (tranquilized beast), but I also don’t want to flush it down the toilet (drugged fish).
Ten Songs for Moving with Great Trepidation
- Birds and Ships, Wilco
- Blacklisted, Neko Case
- Peace Like a River, Elizabeth Mitchell
- Jump Rope Jive, Beth Andrien
- In God’s Country, U2
- You Do, Amy Mann
- My Lady’s House, Sun Kil Moon
- Walk Like an Egyptian, The Bangles
- Belfast to Boston, James Taylor
- Coalminers, Uncle Tupelo