My Back...

... has been killing me all week. I've been trying to figure out what I did to hurt it and could only remember rolling off of the ottoman on accident last week and falling to the ground, but that couldn't have been it because that tumble was strangely slow and somewhat graceful. Poor Matt "helped me remember" last night that he tackled me and knocked me down to the ground when we were up in Tahoe and I think that's what did it. Darn him, sometimes he forgets that I'm a bit more fragile than a lump of lead! I'm trying to be tough about it, but I'm hoping he'll at least feel a little bit bad about it so he'll wash the bathtub out for me tonight...... I'm "hoping", but I won't be holding my breath.