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So this is my life.
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I elevate, ice, read, and groan every time I have to move. Not how I envisioned spending my favorite time of year.
The foliage is peak, the temperatures are blissfully cool and I’m stranded on the couch like a beached Beluga.
There are very few good things to report when you’ve torn your meniscus and damaged your MCL, but one must take solace where one can.
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My husband feeling guilty for his mobility and finally installing the new blinds in the office? The ones that have been sitting next to his desk for the last 3 months?
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My husband breaking the special order extra wide curtain rod for my Waverly valance after I told him to be careful because they’re tricky to take down? Because he has no patience for anything the least bit domestic and never thinks I know what I’m talking about? Because he was cursing a blue streak as he tried to tape it back together?
Solace for a couch bound whale wife.
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Please excuse the 2 six packs, 5 bottles of wine and the jug of premixed cherry limeade margaritas in the corner.
My liquor cabinet is full… and Jeff Bezos can only do so much.
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