Another day, another injured wrist. Don't worry, I think it's just sprained again.
It's moving day! For some reason, when I stay in Ft. Collins, there is usually some moving going on. Last time I stayed with them for a long time, they were moving into this house. Now they're moving out. It's like I lived in this house, but I've just forgotten all the in between time.
Joke's on them, though: with my messed-up wrist, I'm pretty useless as far as moving goes. . . time to sit on my butt and watch them move - I can holler constructive criticism from the porch, with a cold drink in my hand.
Posted by Ben at June 1, 2003 11:30 AM