Dear North Korean Torture Agent,
Do you have a twin?
I would post more this morning, but I can barely move my fingers.
The creaking as I move alarms the children.
I may channel my inner pyscho astronaut and head to Target to buy some Depends, because standing and sitting is a lesson in futility.
But I will do this 29 more times.
Except for the day I go to the dentist.
Have a nice day, for I will be trying to just live through this one.