|Gloria drove by and took this sexy picture of me and my hoe.|
We were supposed to run hills this morning. I cancelled. Instead I iced. Put on my compression pants. Pouted. And said a few choice obscenities.
I did finish the flower beds yesterday.
I drugged myself up on ibuprofen and headed to Farpointe for a wine tasting with Doug.
|Some of the usual Saturday afternoon gang.|
|What a strange hand pose. Remember I was in pain.|