Can't Complain

Apparently Wednesday morning at around 3:30am, while waiting for Jen to arrive home from Chicago, an 18-wheeler drove over my _ _ _. And although I have felt like a half dead deer with it's headlights on for about 48 hours I simply cannot complain. My only activity has been sitting on the couch watching TV and therefore I am completely saddened and now heartsick as well as stomach sick from watching hour after hour of the horrendous accounts of the Asian tsunami's. (Said in my best Lucy to Ricky voice.....) "Somebody's got some splainin' to do."

See ya next year.

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