Yes, we're fans of Spongebob Squarepants. Wanna make something of it?
Since Bill left the Army, it's kind of been up to me to find him new clothes to wear. A couple of years ago, I bought him a really nice pair of pants from Jos A Bank. He's worn them a lot since he got them for Christmas a couple of years ago. But then the other day, he sent me an email telling me he needed a tailor.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I RIPPED my pants!" he responded. Poor guy spent the rest of the day with safety pins holding his trousers together.
Later, he showed me the pants and it looks like he must have gotten them caught on something. They were not ripped at the seam, so I doubt a tailor could make them look as good as new. Disturbingly enough, the fabric was very badly frayed. I told Bill to send Jos A Bank an email with a picture. Maybe they won't do anything but take note for quality control purposes.
I am reminded of a similar incident I had about ten years ago. I was at karaoke night at Fort Belvoir and wore one of my favorite silk sweaters. While I was sitting there in the bar, a group of drunks laughed at me. Unbeknownst to me, one of the sleeves had come unraveled and was hanging off my shoulder. It was very embarrassing, but at least I didn't show anyone anything they'd never forget.
My back is killing me this morning. Last night, I did something to my upper right shoulder, which seems to be riddled with trigger points. Bill has this uncanny ability to find the trouble spots, like he has special magnets in his fingers. Anyway, he says when I get these painful spasms, it feels like there's a flat disc in the surrounding normal tissues. Massage and ibuprofen help somewhat, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to wait until the kinks unravel.
We had an okay weekend, although Saturday night I ended up collapsing into bed at about 8:00pm. For once, I was asleep before Bill was. I think the strain of worry and not sleeping well took its toll... along with too much wine. I was out cold until yesterday morning.
As for Zane, he's still his usual cheerful, delightful self. He just came in here as if to see what I was up to, then asked me to escort him back to bed. Arran will stay in the sack until I hear him shake his tags. It's raining this morning, so we'll probably have a quiet day at home. Tomorrow, I will take Zane to the vet and ask her to run a tick panel, just to see if maybe he doesn't have an infection that could be helped with antibiotics.
I just started reading Carly Simon's memoir, Boys In The Trees. So far, her life story is fascinating.