Yesterday morning I intended to put a belt on. Intended is an interesting word choice. I was going to say that I attempted to put on said belt, but after it was all over: wearing the belt was never truly attempted, just intended.
Then something happened.
I am not sure what, but I instantly felt pins, needles and intense pain at the base of my spine.
STAY WARM packets to my lower back. I have the masking tape circling my body three times to keep those suckers in place.
Needless to say I have spent this morning online searching for and ordering the finest sets of suspenders this side of the giant sequoias in Southern California in preemptive strike against a repeat of this situation.
Yours til the milkman goes on strike,