I need to buy stock in the Advil company. I'm swallowing fistfuls of the stuff, and it's not working at all. Now, as medicine, Advil obviously sucks the long root. But as an investment? Think about it--I'm going through the stuff like water--what if everyone else is swallowing Advil four caplets at a time every three hours? That company must be choking on its own cash.
Yes, Advil--my former beloved drug of choice--isn't working. The only thing that made my back feel significantly better was a long, hot bath. I got in and soaked for a while, and I felt great. Then I got out and got dressed. I twisted as I bent down to put on my jeans. And stabby-stabby-pain-pain-pain! "Argh!" I shouted. I was right back where I started.
Then the school called. Daughter had a temperature and needed to be picked up.
When you can't bend over, you can't put on lace up boots. So guess who went to pick up her daughter wearing her husband's Merrills?
Today we're home recuperating. I decided that what with the sick days and the upcoming President's Day four-day weekend, she was falling behind in her education. It's time to homeschool!
Hey, why not--we're not going anywhere.
Today's topic is compare and contrast, "The Lonely Goatherd" from The Sound of Music
with Gwen Stefani's "Wind it Up" video
I'd like an essay, please. Thirty words or less in the comments section. Warning: your comment will constitute one-third of your grade. And yes, this will be on the exam.
And now back to my bed of pain.
P.S. Yes, your teacher can be bribed. Vicodin, anyone?