So, I might be old.
Dudes, I am getting old. Beside the fact that I have eye wrinkles- really, universe, really?- I have this...uh...issue. That's right. The bane of all old people, I have...
A bum knee!
I know, I can't believe it either. I mean, I'm not the sportiest girl, as you well know. I don't think I've done anything remotely athletic my whole life. I did carry a drum in the marching band for approximately 8 years, but I don't think marching band has a reputation for being hard on the ol' knees. And yet, here I am, 28 (is that really so old?) and with a sore, achy knee. It is all sorts of ridiculous.
The bum knee kicks in after entire days spent walking around Disneyland. It hurts if I sit on a plane for a long time, or in a movie theater. It hurts at random times when I wear heels. And now it hurts when I go running (and by running, I really mean faster, bouncier-than-usual walking). So. I don't know what I will do about this. Maybe wrap it up tight and act like it's some kind of sports injury, so that if anyone asks I can pretend like it's from my incredible youthfulness and not, apparently, my oldness. Pretty sneaky, eh? I'll be all, oh, yeah, I hurt myself snowboarding in Aspen. Or oh, my knee? I landed wrong skydiving. Or, I was trying to go for the two-point conversion and I totally got tackled- brutal!
Yes, yes, I think this is the way to handle it. Now that that's decided, I really need to get back to the doilies I'm working on.
A bum knee!
I know, I can't believe it either. I mean, I'm not the sportiest girl, as you well know. I don't think I've done anything remotely athletic my whole life. I did carry a drum in the marching band for approximately 8 years, but I don't think marching band has a reputation for being hard on the ol' knees. And yet, here I am, 28 (is that really so old?) and with a sore, achy knee. It is all sorts of ridiculous.
The bum knee kicks in after entire days spent walking around Disneyland. It hurts if I sit on a plane for a long time, or in a movie theater. It hurts at random times when I wear heels. And now it hurts when I go running (and by running, I really mean faster, bouncier-than-usual walking). So. I don't know what I will do about this. Maybe wrap it up tight and act like it's some kind of sports injury, so that if anyone asks I can pretend like it's from my incredible youthfulness and not, apparently, my oldness. Pretty sneaky, eh? I'll be all, oh, yeah, I hurt myself snowboarding in Aspen. Or oh, my knee? I landed wrong skydiving. Or, I was trying to go for the two-point conversion and I totally got tackled- brutal!
Yes, yes, I think this is the way to handle it. Now that that's decided, I really need to get back to the doilies I'm working on.
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