Wow, so it has taken me a week to get back into the swing of things after vacation. My tan is fading. It's depressing.
SB ran the business alone while I was away, and I must say he did a pretty fantastic job considering a few weird things popped up. He handled them well, especially since he was in the middle of one of his busiest weeks at his real job.
My second day back on the job, I took my mommy with me to visit some cats. They were fun and sweet, and I think my mom actually liked playing with them while I did all the dirty chores. The apartment was on the second floor, with an interior stairwell with about 15 stairs. You see where this is going, right? We took our shoes off at the top of the stairs, and then when we left, obviously, we put our shoes back on at the top of the stairs. But the stairs were painted with a very glossy paint. And our boots were wet.
Yup, I fell down the stairs.
My mom went down first, and was unlocking the door when I fell down like 10 stairs. She turned and said "What are you doing?" Seriously?
So for like three days last week my ass and right arm were killing me. My ass hurt when I ran. My arm hurt when I buckled my seatbelt.
Welcome back from vacation.