Sunday night, Wizard and I were in the Jacuzzi, and I was showing him how I’ve gotten more flexible by lifting one leg at a time up as high as I could. I suspect this looked better in my head than in reality, but Wizard acted impressed.
I felt something suspicious deep in my right side, but I ignore it. Because, you know, I wanted Wizard to be impressed.
On Monday, I got up from my desk chair and Wizard–who was off work–says, “Why are you limping like that.”
Okay I thought about lying, but lying always turns out to be too much work. Plus I know he’s getting worried about my arthritis so I have to fess up. “It’s not my arthritis. I, uh, might have pulled something.”
I had his full attention. Staring at me, he demands, “Pulled something where?”
I poured my coffee and muttered, “My right hip.”
“How…oh!” He starts to laugh. Catching his breath, he says, “You pulled your hip showing off in the Jacuzzi!” Then he ROARS with laughter.
So glad I can amuse him. Seriously. It just makes my day. But damn it, he’s right! I was showing off. All smug and proud because he’s not that flexible. Stupid Karma.