It’s true.
My right elbow feels smooth, soft . . .very soft.
My left elbow feels like a dried out snake hide.
I made Hubby touch both of them; he definitely wasn’t impressed with the left elbow. I told him I didn’t know how they were so different, but I really did. I just didn’t want to admit the truth since he thinks that maybe I just might be spending a little too much time with the blog.
He moved his fingers around my scaley elbow, which was providing a wonderful loofah service to his fingers. Suddenly, he stopped. Sitting on the couch, with a puzzled look on his face, he mimed leaning on a bent left arm. Straightening up, he lowered the bent arm and pretended to type.
Yeah, Dr. Hubby knows EXACTLY what caused this.
So much for secrecy.
