Not A Bad Day.

My back still hurts. I am still whiny about it.

Today Coffee drove me (in the car with heated seats that felt SO GOOD on my back) to pick up hair dye (Cherry Bomb and Pimpin’ Purple, for those who’re curious) and then we went to pick up the annual Shamrock Shake.

We managed to get groceries for the week, too, with me shuffling alongside Coffee and Maymo and letting them do all the heavy lifting.

Now Coffee has gone to pick Middle One up from paintball. Then we’ll eat an early dinner before Maymo goes rock climbing.

Then Coffee and I will watch some UFC.

Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all.