Well. This is the exact same delusion which led her to believe that she could simply bounce into her new beginner's level yoga class and gracefully execute required moves without even stretching or warming up nare a muscle. Which led Supa to do pretty okay in class on Saturday morning, but subsequently left her suffering from some sort of severe muscular paralysis syndrome come nightfall.
Supa only became aware of her affliction when at 2 am she went to go potty, and realized that she had lost any productive use of her arms and legs which would faciliate any walking or moving motion.
Supa then whimpered pitifully in her newfound parapalegic state, praying that she wouldn't be forced to call RR#1 on his cell phone, so he could come downstairs and carry his brokedown rickety ass mother to the bathroom. Supa knew that if she forced his participation in this instance, that once grown, he would use this scenario as the main reason for him needing years & years of intense therapy....
So. Supa has spent most of the weekend doped up on Tylenol PM and soaking in epsom salt baths (REFUSE to do the Bengay!!), while hissing and moaning and proclaiming "lawd jesus" while walking around with the swiftness of your average crippled 94 year old. Which, don't misunderstand - didn't keep her from hobbling off to Ikea's President's day sale today - but it did cause the checkout boy to gather that Supa was making a pass, seeing as how she moaned and smiled at him upon reaching for her wallet. Because "pain sounds" kinda mimic....good sex sounds, ya know. Ummm. Yeah.
Oh, and Supa's friends are having a fucking ball with this one, trust and believe.
Thank goodness tomorrow's a holiday...Happy weekend, blogger fam!
Supa, *moaning, groaning, hissing* out!