In honor of the two-week anniversary of my hip injury, I shall reprint an amusing Facebook exchange from a couple days ago. I love my friends.

By the way, I am feeling better and somewhat optimistic that I will be able be a regular-motion Becky again. Not yet, but soon? I hope?

Becky: open letter to my hip flexor: i have been resting/icing/elevating you for ten solid days. get over yourself!

Ellen: Dear Becky: I am enjoying my time relaxing, and frankly, I’m becoming accustomed to all of this attention you are paying to me. I think I’ll continue to hang out. With Fondest Regard, Your Beloved Flexor.

Becky: dear flexor: seriously. you’ve been laying uselessly around, being a pain for too long. time to carry some of your own weight!

David: I don’t think your flexor is very hip at all.

Ellen: Dear Becky: I suppose next, you’ll want me to do the dishes and clean the toilet! Really, I find that insulting. With Utmost Respect, Your Beloved Flexor.

Becky: okay, flexy, wanna play like that? i’m taking you out with me! *pops the vicodin*

Ellen: Dear Becky: I relskute to eomasku yfar sjly medizzzz…

Roger: You need to replace this with a Hep flexor.

Dave: Holy crap, Becky. Your hip flexor seems to have hacked Ellen Campbell’s Facebook account. This is not good…

Ellen: I had to get an ortho surgeon in to fix it.