Ouch and a pet peeve
The ouch? My ass. I sat on the living room floor all afternoon going through my trunk/coffee table and packing what was in there. Apparently my ass doesn’t like it when I sit on a hard surface (can you blame it? There’s a lot of pressure on that behind!) and won’t forgive me despite my eventually sitting on a pillow. It even hurts to walk. Damn. I’ll try to finish this room by emptying out the armoire tomorrow and then I head back downstairs. Blech.
My pet peeve? My mother-in-law uses the term “de-thaw.” De-thaw. She either means defrost or she oddly wants me to re-freeze various food items. How much did I want to correct her? A whole damn lot. I mean, when you de-ice a plane you remove the ice. When you deflate a balloon you remove the air. When you de-thaw a turkey, you remove the thaw!
