Well, I think I might as well send a note to the AARP that I am ready for their representation at the ripe old age of 32, because I am now officially old. Oh, it's not because of my tragic lack of hipness. Though the fact that the only word I can come up with for that is "hipness" demonstrates that should be a factor. No, I am officially old because I have lower backpain. It started on Tuesday evening, I think. I was changing B on the diaper table, which is actually a beautiful, cherry hope chest of N's covered in a towel, when I stood up and felt this shooting pain through my lower back. That was only moderate pain though so I simple grimaced a little and went on. It seemed to get better about mid-way through the next day. That night I was giving B a bath which involves lots of hunching over of course. When I stood up from that, I was gone. I could barely walk through the pain. I moved around a bit grimacing and then suddenly turned the wrong way, let out a scream, and collapsed on the bed. I stayed there until the next day, when it had finally lessened. It keeps coming back if I am not super careful. I forgot about it Friday and started scrubbing the kitchen floor on hands and knees. Bad idea. It keeps coming and going. We will see.
Anyway, back pain makes me officially old. I'm going to start wearing black socks with shorts and penny loafers next week. I'm also gonna work on the comeover.