I saw "Thor Hammer Thumb" (my physiatrist) yesterday.
He hit one of my fibro points. I know those aren't clinically accepted anymore, but I don't mean the ones on the chart. I mean *MY* fibro point. I squeaked like a stepped-on dog toy. Ow!
Meanwhile, our mailman knocked our mailbox off. Don't ask. He's got talent, let's leave it at that. We're not alone in being the recipients. You could hear the cussing clear up the road out of the hollow yesterday! Someone thinks he was stoned or drunk. I will say that it did provide some entertainment. I think I know a few new cuss words! :-)
Today in 1974, the US baseball team the Cleveland Indians (yes, they're changing the name sometime soon) had a "ten-cent beer night" to get people to come to their games. (If you see the film "Major League"? Yeah, that's about right for fans of that club.) The ensuing drunkenness in the crowd was so bad that the Indians had to forfeit the game to the opposing team.... and never did ten-cent beer again.
Which, FYI, is about all the beer is worth at sporting events, b/c let's face it, half of all beer in the world is probably really frothy alcoholic river water, unfiltered. No, I don't drink, and yes, I hate the smell alone. I'm weird, you already knew taht ;-)
And today marks the Chinese Army storming Tienanmen Square, killing what was reported as a few hundred portestors, but realistically was probably thousands. It's certain around 10,000 were arrested, and of those, good luck finding out what happened to them. The event was shocking enough (and aired on cable news around the world, altho' 1989 was early in the cable 24/7 news deluge) that even the USSR publicly stated it was horrible. Eventually a few sanctions were slapped on China, which were ignored and/or allowed to expire, and did little damage.
Today also marks the one-week anniversary of my hubby being off Facebook, and he's really not any calmer, dam*it!
May you have a cute and cuddly Friday! :-)
Hello! I have a broken toe! Welcome to doing yard work where you have rock, slope, and no help. Good news, it's minor. Bad news, it still hurts like the dickens. (And why did Dickens get to be a symbol of pain, anyway? Jk)***Random odd facts for yoru day:Almost all leather goods come from cows slaughtered to be eaten, or slaughtered b/c they aged otu of being able to produce milk. Ergo, if you...
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