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I'm needing stronger pain pills.

Mark woke me up this morning, as usual, bringing me my coffee, love tapping my butt (last time I said slapped...got all kinds of feedback) and told me that Trouble was outside. This happens every morning. Sometimes I take my time getting something on and going outside to get Trouble, because chances are he isn't going anywhere. Sometimes, depending on my dream or depth of sleep, I panic, throw something on and go running for Trouble. This morning was one of those mornings.
I ran out the back door, twisted my left ankle on 1/2 a stone and went down on my bad right knee, scratching my right foot up on a branch that had fallen down. So...for those of you still with me that leaves me with a twisted and sore left ankle, a swollen and sore right knee and my right foot scratched up. Trouble, by the way, walked inside before I was able to get myself up off the ground.
But I'm a trooper with a high pain tolerance, got my hubbies snacks, breakfast and coffee to go ready for him. Saw him off to work, and went to get Charlie up for school. As I opened his door, I slid, but didn't fall, in something wet, thick and lumpy. Turning on the light, found 3 piles of vomit...which by opening the door had spread them all about. Apparently Charlie's dog, Rocky, is not feeling well.
Charlie was in a bit of trouble with me to begin with because he left an empty glass of milk in which he'd dunked oreos in and a nearly empty bowl of orange sherbert on the counter without rinsing either of them out before going to bed last night. This is one of the many things that Prozac helps keep me from smothering my children in their sleep for. When I went sliding into his room with the chunks between the toes of the foot all scratched up, I was already in a bad mood. I sent him into the kitchen to clean up his mess while I got cleaning supplies and started cleaning his carpet. Nasty smelling stuff, poor Rocky. Poor me. It hurt like hell getting down on my knees to clean it up and I was tempted to just stay down when I was finished cleaning it up, cause it hurt like hell getting up. Again, poor me.
My day's consisted of keeping my ankle and knee up, keeping them iced and catching up on the shows saved on my dvrs. Which, actually, sounds kind of nice to me if it weren't for the throbbing pain in both my legs.
By the way, the only pain pills I've got are ibuprofen...and they suck. After I pick Charlie up from school, I'll take something stronger. Like tequila.

And...Mark, honey, if you're reading this. Babe, it would be so much easier if you just didn't let Trouble go outside every morning.

*For those who don't know who Trouble is, he's my cat that refuses to accept the fact that he isn't a dog. I've never seen him attempt to climb our 6 ft. fence, but he has climbed the trees a couple of times and there are pit bulls on each side of us. That is what scares me, that he might fall into the wrong yard. If I knew he'd just stay in our fenced in back yard, I'd not have a problem at all. Darn cat.

On another note...I do have a huge crush on the 'Vic Mackey' character (Michael_Chiklis) on The Shield.