Karma lives

...and not just on "My Name is Earl." After weeks of resentment and bitching (on my part) about how difficult it is to deal with a husband whose back goes out, guess what happened on Saturday? Yep. Back completely out. For those of you who haven't yet experinced this particular brand of hell on earth, let me tell you that it is unimaginable how much it hurts to do the slightest thing. So, the roles have been reversed for the last few days. Frankly, this is a pair of shoes I'd rather not ever have to walk in again.

All I want to know now is when I can go back to yoga class.