Getting old stinks. Getting old when you're out of shape stinks worse.
About a month or so ago, as I lifted a laundry basket, I felt a twinge in my left shoulder. The pain has not gone away.
Yesterday morning I asked my husband to massage it for me. I extended my arm and told him it was my triceps. He laughed so hard he stopped massaging. He said it was where my triceps should be.
As he turned and walked away I slapped him on the back of the head. You know, where his hair should be.
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