cigarettes and chocolate milk

lately, i have been going to physical therapy twice each week for my back as a result of post-partum injuries. to my back, if you failed to catch that part. i had been telling people that i was going to therapy and getting looks along the lines that i must be super crazy if i have to go two times every single week.

i then referred to "it" as rehab. even worse.

i could call it "p.t." and you military folk might think that i'm getting rather buff, but let's face it... it's me.

so perhaps, even though i could use a fair amount of therapy, rehab and p.t., i'll just stick to my stretching and treadmill-ing with joe and angie and just not say anything to anyone else. :)