Stella!!! STELLLLAAAAA!!!!!!!

Being that I am rather clumsy and just generally awkward, I tend to hurt myself fairly often.  I'm usually peppered with bruises of varying size, shape and pretty shade of purple, blue, yellow, etc.  That being said, I didn't think much of it when I was playing with my awesome two-year-old niece, Peanut, last week and felt my back scream, "OWIE!"

No big deal, I thought.  I've dealt with all kinds of injuries, ailments, malaise, what have yous.  I tried ice, heat, laying down, sitting up, hot shower, yoga, ibuprofen, acetaminophen...pretty much everything short of Santeria (the religion, not the Sublime song) (though I do totally dig that song!) (hold please- pulling it up on my iTunes).   However, as the days wore on the screaming became louder.  So very loud, in fact, that Dara took herself to the doctor this afternoon (and apparently began referring to herself in the third person).  I was told to take it easy and given a prescription for some muscle relaxers.  Now, I haven't taken muscle relaxers since high school so who knows how this might play out.  My only request is that if you see a short, pale brunette roaming the streets doing this (and who is not Elaine- I'm not the boss of her) please send help.