back & bullet holes

You're not going to believe this, but my beautiful back is hurting. It really is a beautiful back, though. Have you seen it? You should. It's nice quite as nice as this:

Or this bad boy:

It's more like this:


But my beautifully sketched is not working as it should be today. It's the same old thing your grandmother probably complains about, the soreness and general achieness.

So that's been all day, at least since I worked out this morning, but then tonight I made dinner tonight and Wifey pointed out to me that it appeared as if I'd been shot.


OK, maybe not that bad, but it felt like that. OK, so I didn't actually feel anything, but I did have a load of 8 different blood splotches. OK, it was spaghetti and red sauce that I'd made for dinner, and it was just little bit of smudges of the lovely tasting marinara knock-off. So with me being the "clothes cleaner" of the house, what's ailing The Ry-ry tonight is that I'll have to be sure those stains make it out of the white T-shirt, and I'll have to pick it up from the hamper with my poor, achy back. Aw, shucks.