At one point we were randomly in the formal dining room (fine, we chased the cat in there, whatever!) and she looked out the front window, pointed and said "That's Wendy's car." I have absolutely no idea how she recognized my CAR, but she did and it was.
We play this game I call "going up high," where we face each other and I grab her under the armpits and hold her up as high as I can. She puts her feet on top of my shoulders, like she's standing there, but I'm holding her weight, and then she reaches her arms up as high as she can and roars with happy laughter. She is much, much too big to be held this way but she loves it, so I still do it.
WELL. Yesterday she was a bit cranky so I asked her if she wanted to go up high but she looked pouty and said NO. I thought she was just being stubborn, so I grabbed her up anyway. As it turns out, she wasn't kidding and once I lifted her up, she started flailing and I got a bit kicked in the face. So totally my own fault. But I was scared I might drop her, so I twisted or something, I don't even know, trying to get her put back on the floor and jacked up my back. *whimperwhine* It hurt so bad yesterday but is mostly better this morning.
I came home and watched Supernatural and Survivor (why is Coach SUCH A WANKER??) and went to bed.
The roses in my backyard and the daisies in my front yard are GORGEOUS right now. They are totally my happy place for the moment.
Today I have to write a paper that's due, uhm today. Mostly I'm just tearing apart one I wrote for a previous class and putting it together in a different order, so I don't think it'll be too tough to finish. Tonight I'm having dinner with some old friends that I haven't seen in about seven years. EXCITING.
*taps fingers* This seems to be all I have to talk about right now. Later gators!