After telling my chiropractor all about the attack thermos and resulting bruised rib, she asked me, "Where does it hurt the most?". I pointed to a spot between my breasts, just to the left of my sternum. She pulls out this medieval torture device. Some kind of spring-loaded metal instrument that punches your displaced rib back into place. She proceeds to repeatedly use said device to sucker punch me repeatedly in the spot I just pointed out. To which I replied, "Mother fucker! I hate you!".
Paige is sick, plus it is 30 degrees and snowing, so we've been watching movies all afternoon. I fell asleep during Jesus Camp and woke up in time for Into the Wild. Two hours into the movie, Paige said, "When is he just going to die already?".