Dear Right Knee, You really need to kick it in gear and drop this kneecappain act you've got going on. I've been down for the count all week trying to give you a rest, but even a slow (and I cannot emphasize this word enough as the thought of today's pace just angers me) interval run/walk this morning to test you out was crappy. Just crappy, I say! I even put a brace on you!! Which unfortunately, I can't do tomorrow morning at 1000 when I have to take a 1-1-1 PT test. Seriously, dude, you need to man up and get yourself together!
Dear HB, You are my constant loverdog, wonderdog, comfortdog, gigglerdog, cuddlerdog. On some days I really don't know what I'd do without your warm tootsies grabbing my legs and your soft ears grazing my lap.
Dear MonkeyHubby, Well, as you know, last night wasn't uberpleasant. And tomorrow probably won't be the best either. But, as much as I don't want to admit it, and don't want it to even be true, you're right. It's not terrible. Even though the devil wants to make me feel like it is terrible. I guess just like my knees need to grow some bigger balls, I need to keep growing some bigger faith. I'll never stop loving you...
xoxo - Pig
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