Power up!

I'm fixin' to go kidnap Hammie and bring her back to my house where I shall squirt her with the hose before we go to McDonald's and then watch either LOTR or Deep Blue Sea because that's what she likes.

Hopefully, I'll survive this endeavor. I'm taking a helmet just in case.

I'm walking around like Lon Chaney's stunt double

Dad is outside playing with Hammie at the moment. Which is a good thing since I've managed to put my back out.

Gimping around like Igor has certainly made playtime interesting. Heh. At least for "rest time" we got to watch part of Two Towers. Gollum really is her favorite. He's the only one she pays attention to.

Ah, they've come back in and now Hammie's insisting on eating a year old candy cane. Heh. Be my guest kiddo. You're not my kid.

ETA: I forgot to mention the water fight we had after lunch. I couldn't lurch away fast enough so I took several hits, including three to the face (the kid might be short, but she aims high).

And, just now, we're sitting in the living room and Dad was telling Hammie I'm mean.

Dad: Kiki's mean!
Me: That's bullshit!
Hammie: *yells* That's BULLSHIT!

Dad and I disolved into a fit of giggles. We know full well we're gonna get in trouble for this one down the line.

But, damn it was fucking funny.

Maybe it's because my butt's too big

After I dropped Hammie off and came home, I decided it might be in my best interest to break out the heating pad and give it a go on my back. The deciding factor came after I couldn't get out of the chair for the second time today because every which way I moved would cause an intense pain to go coursing through my back and down my legs. I ended up having to squirm my way to the edge and then stand up. An amusing sight, truly. Not only did Dad laugh at me, but I was laughing while groaning and saying "shit" over and over again.

The heating pad has helped a bit, but not enough to make sitting in a stiff, wooden, kitchen chair half the night comfortable. I'm gonna go another round with the heating pad before I come back and jump online for some brief conversation before I drug myself out and try to sleep it off.

There's a good chance this might go away by morning. And, if not...Dad has to work, so he won't be here to laugh at me when I get stuck in the chair again. Heh.