I love me some Bruno Mars. Sounds just like Michael Jackson – without the creepy vibe.
My legs are feeling better. I’m not sure I want to go to the doc now. My back still hurts from when I hurt it last week doing turboooooooooooooofire, but the legs? Not so much. Still there, just a helluva lot more tolerable. Don’t want to feel like a fool. Still not sure what’s causing it, but Im pretty sure it’s my back booboo. Or? it’s nothing and that bitch had every right to run me off.
In other news………
I’m pregnant. Nah, just fucking with you. But my cousin has a wee lad that looks just like he fell out of a Mother Goose book. Gorgeous boy. Makes my loins hurt to see him.
BUT – the grandbabies aren’t far behind. I just have an inkling. Although – I think my SISTER will beat me to the granny status.
By the way – I need a name for MD and I . THink he just wants grandpa. Not sure. Not sure what I want either. I wouldn’t mind Granny, but it’s so harsh. Any ideas? Can’t be nana or papa. HELL no I wouldn’t be a nana after my mom being a nana. Hell no.
I better get off my ass and get some work done.