But I just can't.
I can't! I can't! I can't!
If I could be wordless on a Wednesday I would use this photo as seen through my very own windshield:
But then I would have to title it something like Only in Hawaii, or Thema and Louise Going Coconuts, so it still wouldn't be WORDLESS.
I actually wanted to do a Wordless Wednesday post called Just For Rachel Sue because I blew her mind when I said that kids still play pogs in Hawaii.
Oh yes, Rachel Sue, pogs are very much alive and well in Hawaii.
In fact they come back in style every three months or so.
In Hawaii every house has a title like The Train House or The Canoe House or The Quiet House. Our house is called The Pog House.
Here is the view from my front door:
Ain't ya glad I can be educational as well as entertaining?
But I don't want to be educational or entertaining today because I just want to make you feel sorry for me.
I had my first sports injury last night. I was playing tennis and my hub was trying to push me, challenge me, make me run my buns off when SUDDENLY! I reached a little bit too far, tried a little bit too hard . I was stretched out in mid air when I felt it . . . a blood-curdling, mind-numbing, brain-bending rrrrrriiiiippppp in my calf muscle.
It hurt so bad I almost fainted. I seriously had to lie down on the bleachers like a little girl so I wouldn't pass out.
Finally I know what it feels like to be a real athlete.
Or an old lady.
Luckily it was my left leg because I'm right footed.
I am much better today, thank you. Hobbling around and limping along.
But I won't be able to beat my Rockstar brother in tennis when I get to Utah, Tamnit!
Allow me to close with an unrelated thought:
Wouldn't it be cool if everyone loved each other as much as they loved Michael Jackson?