Mrs. Mullet is in bad shape, my pets. I rolled the wrong way again in my sleep and pulled something in my neck. Perhaps Chuck and I should trade our haystack in for a proper mattress.
I went to an acupuncturist, who offered to help me disrobe then got pissy when I took my clothes off myself. Scuse me, but it’s not every day that a 50 year old woman wants to pull my socks off.
I got even by stealing a magazine from her waiting room.
The needle therapy didn’t work so I went to a chiropractor, who gave me one of these:
Oh, God, noooooooooooooooo.
And now Junior is pointing at it saying, “Hold it! Hold it!” cause he wants to wear it and Chuck can’t fend Junior off because Chuck’s at his follow up butt appointment.
Seriously, how we haven’t been nominated for the most glamorous couple of the year is beyond me.
Have a great weekend.