A little pain in the backside

Today was the first day that Mike has had a Saturday off all month and we had plans to actually finish that monstrous castle of a bed that Tyler won't sleep a wink in. I got up early even though Lorelei decided last night at midnight that the only way she, and therefor I, was going to sleep was with me holding her. I had lots of errands to run. It wouldn't have taken me so long, but the hair color that I have begun to cherish seems to no longer exist ANYWHERE! While out running errands I always talk on the phone (sorry Beth) and my phone died halfway through the morning. I must make a note, here and now, that it is not my fault that my phone is never charged. The little metal piece that keeps it connected to the charger broke months ago and now falls out at random times. It is a miracle I haven't lost it. So, once I browsed all the clearance at Target I found my way back to the car to see I had missed a call from Mike. OOPS! I call him and he says, "I need your help. I hurt my back and I can't move." I said, " Well, honey, you are going to have to get to the door, because I forgot my keys." OOPS, again. So, home I go straightaway! When I arrive home (after unloading my car of all my bargain finds) I get to the door and he is laying on the floor in front of the door with his feet straight up to the ceiling. So, what do I do? My first instinct was to laugh, but I held my composure and proceeded to show Lorelei her new shoes and Tyler his spiderman costume that I got for $6.50. I know, only $6.50! Okay, back to my poor immobile husband...To make a very long, very sad story as short as possible and save you all from the whine of a grown man, he is at work tonight and we didn't paint a drop. Seems a little fishy to me!