Ouch. I wish I could order some hunky man to massage my shoulder. And feet. And hell while we're at it, other things. But I suppose it's the old heating pad and muscle relaxers for me.

The Mother unit and I went to the beach (about 2 hrs away) today to do some Xmas shopping. Mainly because my Dad had requested some new work boots and they just HAD to come from the new Bass Pro Shop. So down we went..... I was on a mission to find something for her (yes, even though she was with me. We had a plan to split up if need be, complete with a pair of walkie-talkies.) but I found nothing. It's so frikken upsetting. WHAT the FOCK do you get someone who needs nothing and 'likes everything'? Bleah.

In any case, those of you who've kept up with us know that I am a hefty lard-o fatass, and I say this with all the love in my heart. heh. So anyways, it's kind of depressing when you get into those shopping places. The ones at the beach are HUGE and there's so many of them, and lil' o-me just can't do all that fucking walking. I swear I was secretly wishing for one of those Hovaround things so I could knock the lil' old ladies over and zip down the sidewalks. But alas, I did what I had to do. And it wasn't too bad b/c the Mother unit couldn't do all the walking either. And besides that, those imbeciles at the beach wouldn't know what a sale was if it slapped them in the face and called them Poppa. Their idea of a sale? Buy one get 50% off the second item. HA! Nope, don't think so. If it's not at LEAST 50% off the first item, this cheapskate ain't buying it.

So I'm back to square one this week, hoping to find something in a store here for El Weaso (Mom). Any ideas people?

Ps....... My feet now resemble flat bricks of putty. Lovely.