But first, an announcement.
I’ll be replying to your comments, in the comments. Since I’m doing this on my iPad, it’s easier than emailing separately…unless I have a lot to say…in which case, disregard this announcement.
ON WITH THE MOVIE!
Because catching Wes on film is like herding…well…cats, I had to take a movie on my ipad of a Vine movie ON my phone, taken WITH my phone.
It’s all very technical (not) and complex (even less) but I couldn’t think of a better way (that involved more than 5 minutes of time).
Sundance Film Festival, here I come!
And to finish it off – a Wes Pretzel In A Box
To sum it up –
1 – I bought Wes a Kickeroo
2 – He had just as much fun with the box, since it smelled like catnip
3 – And then he collapsed in a stoned heap
Next week, you’ll have the popcorn, Junior Mints & Twizzlers nearby.
While Wes was busy basking in the afterglow of his daily brushing, I did something that was laughable…if it didn’t hurt so much.
I dried my hair and it caused so much pain in my upper back that I couldn’t breathe! Tom had to help me – I can’t really say “helped” because all I could do was stand – to put on my sneakers. Luckily, I was getting ready for the chiropractor so I winced my way thru the 20 minute drive and she tried to get me back to my usual, semi-normal state.
She thought I may have popped a rib (oh, seriously?!?) or it was from my nerve problems or Charlie (the name we gave my displaced vertebrae). She was very gentle and very serious when she said “I’m not kidding. This isn’t good.” I know she meant it because we’re never serious when she’s working on me. We sing to the muzak, laugh and joke.
All taped up with Happy Cow tape, I have to ice my neck – and just so you know, you can ice your neck with frozen, sliced peaches.
Desperate times call for desperate measures and all I could think was
“I can’t knit”.
I know I couldn’t.
Happy Friday the 13th! (Thanks to Tanya, for tweeting this to Wes.)