Yesterday our landlord left us a message to let us know they processed The Roommate's boyfriend's application and he has been approved to move in. It was a strange message they left. In it they said "We approve of him and your relationship." (Uh...gee thanks, I guess.) They are kind of weird like that.

To celebrate we ordered a ton of chinese food and watched TV. I recently joined NetFlix so we are going to have an Oz - Season 3 palooza at Casa de los Tres all week. (Or should it be Casa de los Cuatro since there is The Cat.)

Mmm...sesame chicken and Chris Meloni. I ask you, "what else do you need?"

In other news, my back is getting better but still nowhere near normal. It's going to take some time. I'm more mobile than I was but still crooked looking and have huge bouts of pain. Bleah. I'm trying to navigate it as much as possible without the aid of pain killers. I may wax romantic about those little blue pills in posts on this blog, but in truth, I hate taking them and am ever cautious about feeling like a need them. There have been way too many addicts in my family. I don't need to join there ranks.

My current back woes have postponed my plans to purchase a bicycle. I love my neighborhood but realize I drive my car way too much around it. It's kind of pathetic really. And lazy. Plus, I live near a gorgeous park with great biking trails. And it's good exercise and blah blah blah, you know. Hopefully, I'll be cleared for activity other than walking like an old man and buckling over with spasms soon.

But enough about me. If you haven't already, go wish the Zenchick a happy birthday.

PS - Don't really come knock on my door; I won't answer. I'm kind of weird like that.