On how blow drying your hair can be super-dangerous.

Sorry for not blogging yesterday, guys, but I was rendered unable to move or think rationally for several hours after what seems to be a pinched nerve in my back took over my body.

Basically, I was blow drying my hair when I literally dropped the brush and dryer and fell to the ground yelling "Owwwwwwwwww!" super loud and to no avail. Also, note to self, house cats are entirely useless when it comes to, like, calling for help or lifting you safely into your bed. Lassie would've killed it, and so in the Collies vs Tabby Cat battle, collies shall receive one point for this round.

Anyway, after repeatedly saying "ow" and trying to move at all didn't work, CB swept in all Superman-like and brought bagels, coffee, and heating packs and saved my life. Or at least preempted the caffeine headache I would've surely suffered otherwise, which is basically the same thing.

Moral of the story: I'm getting super-old, you guys. And possibly carry stress in my back? Either way, my Sherpa duties have been retired for the time being until I can sit or lay or stand without contorting into a position only Cirque de Sole-types could understand.

However, I'll be back tomorrow for the wrapup, so stop by then. Happy Thursday!