Today, I am officially too old to be in a bounce house.
I was frolicking with my niece, Evelyn, at the local Jimmy Buffett themed bouncey establishment, when out of nowhere, I felt a grisly *click*. Anyone older than 30, may know this feeling as that of their youth being violently ripped out of them.
In other words, I put my back out, while bouncing! I have since ordered anti-aging cream, slippers and a life insurance policy bequeathing everything to my dog, Atlas.
To be fair, I don’t know for sure if it was Jimmy Buffett themed, but there was a parrot and it made me uncomfortable.
So, while I recover from my humiliating back pain, I will bestow upon you, photos of the last few months along with various amounts of excuse for not writing sooner.