After a really acute (if short) stomach bug last night, then digging up chunks of my yard today, dragging significant portions of it around, shoveling other chunks of it back where it was, around the roots of that vagrant camellia bush of mine, then finally garden-raking the last little mounds of earth in for a finisher ...
... ohhh what I would give for someone to rub my back with Myoflex.
While The Lolly might be NICE enough to do it, I'm game for neither her smooching-application of the cure, nor her giant hard toenails either.
There are definitely times being alone just sucks. Tylenol is not the same.
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