After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

I think I need a tow truck

Just last week I was thinking that I felt like a semi truck conquering a long hill when I was going up my stairs. If I had flashers, I'm sure they would be flashing. But now I need a tow truck.

Yesterday I pulled something in my lower back and it's pretty much put me out of comission. I only have one order out there that I feel is just hanging there, but wanted to let anyone else know. So if I'm not answering your email in the timely fashion that I like to, it's not because I don't want to. It's because I'm trying to get better sooner rather than later.

Off to ice and heat!
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