Jesus. That accent.
Our weekend was nice and relaxed, if a bit uneventful. I spent most of yesterday curled in a ball, moaning and cursing the cramps that put me there. I don't know what happens some months, but it's a wonder my lower half doesn't explode from the pressure. It hurts!
T went to his mom's without me, and brought home some of her good food. Later that night he went and got me a milkshake that was better than yours (damn right,) because he is so swell.
Tonight I will pay him back for his kindness with a backrub. After he rubs my feet.
I'll also watch that last hour of the of 24, despite Dennis Hopper and his unforgivable accent.