Last night I decided to be a nice guy for the wife. Garrett turned 1 month old Tuesday and my wife has been unbelievable. She takes care of him all day long, when I get home from work I send her to bed and take care of the 8:00 and 11:00 feeding/changing, she does it every 3 hours other than that. Last night, I said "honey, go on to bed, I take care of him tonight." So I had him in his car seat in the living room and I sat up all night on the boards and slept on the couch so as not to wake her.
Well... Do you remember the TV show Rowan and Martin's Laughin? Remember Ardy Johnson who played the dirty old man in the park? That's what I looked like when I got up and "tried" to move this morning... Needless to say, the first order of business was a trip to the chiropractor.
Feeling better, but not up to the chores I had planed. So instead? I'm on the couch (sitting) with a lumbar pillow and the windows open, and a Conie Maduro that's been aging for at least two+ years! It's probably 5.5 x 42? And it is a FABLOUS smoke! These are bungled cigars that can be had for a song. Proof to the post the other day that cigars definitely don't have to cost to be top shelf smokes.
The wife is out with the crumb cruncher, so It's a herfin day for me. I'm thinking of following this up with the 858 sun groan discussed previously. I'm thinking of throwing my back out more often! I had back problems once, and thought they were behind me...