The backbone�s connected to the arm-bone?

OK.

So, yer local spewer of all things SauceLike? [Now THAT sounded vaguely like I spend my days launching splooge on a willy-nilly basis�not true. It never flies randomly--or in an unintended manner. Promise.] Anyway, the guy behind all them prettified-up wordz?

He and DaKiddo were playing Sack Of Potatoes this fine Sunday morning. DatSauceBoy was deeply and truly caffeinated�as is his norm and wont.

That�s where I grab him by the belt and the back of his shirt and lob him from the floor to a bed, and we do it again, and again, and again. All the while he does the I�m-Giggling-So-Hard-I-Can-Barely-Breathe? Yeah, that.

So on the third or fourth attempt today�yer SauceGuy managed to tweak something between his lower right shoulder blade and his backbone. So, he stretched a few times (and because he is a boy and a Dumb Ass� he did it again.) This time it really hurt.

Now, putting an arm in typing position, mouse position, et cetera causes the most interestingly sharp and annoying pain he�s had in a while. And better, it travels up the neck as everything is enjoying the inflammation boogie.

So, DearReaderDaSauce, bear with my extra slow ass on returning e-mails, sending gifts to those who are awaiting something for the kindness of tweaking my stats to a better and below position, and so forth. Because even with three Advil and a pair O� Tylenol (yes, perfectly safe�ask your Doctor, just don�t mix the stuff like Aspirin and Advil.) This idiot boy is getting shooting zaps of something that quite resembles pain while trying to play his normal typomatic 70 or so words a minute and is closing on 20 with errors.

Soon, all.

Promise.