What did I expect?
Forty five minutes of a guy digging in your neck tends to smart the next day.
My fucking neck is as stiff as a preachers prick in a calf's ass.
Sore as hell, I staid home today.
I have the A/C on, a nice cold beer, a pack of smokes and I threw those two pesky fucking cats outside.
It is a gorgeous day today, perfect.
I tried taking a nap but got woke up by the phone, my Ex giving me the update on my youngest daughter.
Yep, broken kneecap.
I think I will quit my whining and suffer in silence.
It could be a lot worse.
After I kill off two or three more beers, I think I will go play in the garden for a bit.
It's too hot to try and take a nap, I waited too long to turn on the A/C.