I've been searching for that zipper smilie all night.
No, There is no way for me to get my walker downtown, and I couldn't walk on the hills and stuff without it.
Yeah, it's hard when you don't have wall space enough that things don't look cluttered, or overwhelm you.
It's always the husband, or his mistress. Or, occasionally, the wife's boyfriend.
I had a little macaroni salad.
Pretty awake, so far. I hope it doesn't hurt you, too. I'd be happy to find a way to lay down, any kind of way, without waking up over and over through the night hurting. Lookie-it's me with my teddy bear (even though I sleep with a doll)
