I had a terrible experience after I sat down to eat with our guest on Thursday---when I got up I could barely walk, because my buns were freaking out. Apparently I hurt them helping my hubby hang the two medicine cabinets in the bathroom the night before. The next day, Friday, I was in hollering pain when I tried to walk. By Saturday I could walk if I held onto my buns--what a predicament. My daughter, whose house we were going to for our second Thanksgiving, has had the same thing happen to her. It was still a little special on my part, but we had a great time.
It was also one of our grand daughters' birthday--isn't she lovely? She's such a sweetie.