ow
ow ow ow
Sometime in the night, gnomes showed up and beat the crap out of me. That is the only explanation as to why I woke up so freaking sore/stiff.
well, that or it was because I walked most of yesterday on one toe (due to a minor surgery on my heel)
Either way, today everything -from my earlobes down- hurts. If I had it, I would pay good money for a massage.
gnoooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmessssssssssss
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those are creepy.
They are listed as “gnome thugs”
Darn gnomes! They must be the same ones who snuck into the house and pounded on me the evening after I played kickball. (I *know* it cannot be that I over-exerted myself in a kickball game.)
evil, aren’t they?
*smile*
yeah; it’s probably not at all related to my wandering about on tippy toe all day and evening.
Nope.
Gotta be gnomse.
Hmm. I’d send you Zen Hugs but it sounds like you need a Zen Massage instead… Ow!
only if Zen Massage comes with a table, warm oil and strong hands
😀
Are those damn gnomes related to the elves that stick horrible, horrible songs in my head?
i am quite positive that they are related
Hey, I know somebody who does massage… ;p
Do you?
😉
As it happens. And I have a table, easily set up for somebody who needs it. :>
I would love a massage.
Me too.
I can attest to full body pain following having to not walk on a heel. Hope that’s healed up soon for you!
It wasn’t my army of gnomes… they have yet come to be.