So I seemed to have … done something … to my neck. And here’s where you have every right to yell at me because I am stupid: despite the fact that my neck is not right, yesterday I went to the gym 20 minutes early to stretch it out so that I could still work out with my trainer. I know. I’m a moron. But to tell you the truth, after our session and even more so after my shower – I felt GREAT. Back to normal.
Cut to this morning. I was woken up by scratching under my bed. A MOUSE?!
I jerked up and yelped from the pain. (I, quite literally, have a pain in my neck.) And just as I yelp, Guinness, my roommate’s rabbit, runs out from under my bed. This rabbit is a.) a giant, b.) apparently has figured out how to open my bedroom door.
OH. THE. PAIN. THAT. FOLLOWED.
So I jumped in the shower, turned it up as hot as it would go and tried to make the pain stop. Then I downed 4 ibuprofen and headed to work.
Now cut to me on the train. I touched my hair and it felt … weird. Only on the top – near my part and where my bangs start. What was it you ask? OH, I seemed to have not rinsed the conditioner out of my hair completely.
I am officially the hottest mess out there today.
But at least today is BAD Wednesday at Starbucks (Do you work in the Copley area? Every Wednesday the Westin Copley Starbucks picks a handful of businesses and they receive 20% of their purchases by flashing their business card. Get it? BAD? Business Appreciation Day?)
Whatever. I got myself some of those heavenly petit vanilla scones. After all, I shouldn’t have gone to the gym yesterday, so I should make up for it now – right?!
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Geez. I get that once or twice a year…..let me know if you need a massage therapist recommendation.
I’m so sorry about Guinness, I am a bad bunny mom! Maybe I’ll bring back the baby gate for mornings he’s feeling adventurous…feel better!
Haha I wouldn’t have thought anything of it but I was half asleep and TOTALLY thought it was a MOUSE. I could have DIED.
Then I saw that savage run out from under my bed and just stop and look at me like “What? Cuddle time?”
I don’t even know how he knows where my room is! It’s not like it’s close to him! He never goes in there when I’m in the kitchen or living room. We have a special bond.
Jen, why don’t you, Katie and Megan go away for a long weekend and I’ll take care of the bunnies!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
THANKS FOR RUINING MY CHILDHOOD, DAD.
Muffie RIP.
Well the Germain family thought we were responsible for poor Muffie! Paul loved our animals, he and Sam had a special bond!
My dad looooooves to pretend that it was your famiy’s fault. WE KNOW THE TRUTH. DAD.
haha and he and sam had a VERY special bond. It’s true. He still cries over him. Just like Tiger. Right dad?