It was a comedy of errors...

... until it stopped being funny.  Man, oh man, life is kind of a shit storm right now, but we are trying to weather it the best we can.  But most importantly:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY COOPSIES!!!

My little, snot-faced bundle of joy is 7 today!    He picked out a pretty fantastic snake toy at PetSmart today.  He's a picky little bug too.  We walked the aisle and I showed him everything until he found the one he wanted to chomp.  Then he promptly decided he was finished walking, so I got to carry him, treats and said snake, and (be) drag(ged by) Guy on his leash out to the car.  Thanks for being my greatest form of exercise these last few months, you stubborn little pill.

In Coopsies' defense, he is in a lot of pain right now.  We had x-rays done on Thursday and his arthritis is pretty bad on his hind legs, coupled with sciatica.  We've got him on a pretty heavy drug regimen right now and we'll be adding acupuncture and physical therapy to our routine.   *headdesk* I am still selling a ton of beautiful clothes and I even added 12 new pieces.  I'm going to be trying out a site called Poshmark to do it, so I'll get you more info once I figure it all out.

Speaking of exercise, I haven't.  Not since the beginning of October when Guy got sick.  If you know me, you know I am addicted to staying fit and as active as possible, but sometimes life throws you a serious monkey wrench and you know the rest.  So, my husband and I are taking a yoga class tomorrow.  I am totally nervous, y'all.  I mean, I have good muscle memory and I've put on a little bulk, but mostly I've become SOFT.  Ewwww.  And I am totally embarrassed to be putting on yoga clothes.  OBVIOUSLY, I'll go totally baggy, but people are bound to see the softness.  And, oh God forbid!, if my shirt rides up in downward dog or something.  The horror!  The poor, witless fools who will be walking into that class unprepared for such softness.  It is their yuppy cross to bear and mine as well I suppose.  But I REALLY need this.  When I am not at all active, my pain sensors become excessively active and with the state of my CFIDD, that's a lot of pain and it's all the time.  I'll take sore muscles over deep, full-body pain any day.

I've also applied for a project manager position with my husband's work, which is part-time and very work-from-home friendly to help out with this storm we can't navigate out of (stupid cars, stupid, cancer, stupid sciatica).  Please send us all things positive.

xoxox

Bless this Mess

They couldn't keep us away.  They tried to make Guy's chemo an every other week deal.  Well, Coopsies was not having it.  Any of it.  He promptly got a terrible infection from the pollution and when we figured that out, he messed up his poor back leg.  So, now the little bug is taking 50mg of tramadol every 8 hours for the next 5 days.  That's the dose I take for my CFIDD when I get agonizing pain in my bones and tendons.  And it kicks my ass.  And, surprisingly, I do weigh more than my little fatty.  He's totally on a diet too. We're praying that by taking it easy and subduing the pain, he will heal on his own, but I definitely foresee physical therapy in his future, which is why you should buy my husband's ridiculously fancy BMW 5 series sports class in midnight blue.  It's your colour.  Seriously.  You look so damn good in midnight blue.  It totally goes with your eyes or whatever.

You should also rent my condo.

I love that little condo.  What it lacks in floor plan, it magically makes up for in closet space.  If you know me, you know that lack of closet space is a major deal breaker.  And that kitchen!  Oh, how I love that beautiful kitchen.  Bonus: SUPER dog friendly... like there is an onsite dog park and it's nice.  I could go on and list the amenities for days, or you could just go see it yourself and sign a lease.  Because, seriously, my condo goes with your eyes or whatever.   In all honesty, I lived there for 3 years and it is legit, as my 13-year-old niece would assure you.

And while you're at it, buy my clothes, why don't ya?

There are some pretty sweet Betsey Johnson stilettos in there as well.  Certainly ONE of my dapper duds really does go with your eyes.  Chemo ain't cheap, y'all, but the prices on my clothes are!

How can you say no to that face?  You can't.  You just can't.

xoxox