"You're living in a bruise!"

I woke up with sensitive fingers. Why? Because they are bruised. How did they get bruised? I slept on them. 

Good morning, Fibromyalgia!
I feel like I've been working at my mamma's furniture store again, pulling mattresses off of the semis.
Silly fingers, toughen up!
(yes I did just spell toughen with two f's. Does anyone else do "stupid spelling" and then look at it and think, what the heck! Or am I the only one?)

All of those dark spots? bruises.

Speaking of bruises, here's some Bryttan childhood trivia for ya.
When I was little my mom told me I could paint/wallpaper my room.
I got to pick out my colors of choice and so I chose lavender/purple.
Are you jealous?
My mom went to work one day while I was at Ice skating lessons, and when I came home my sister and I walked into my bedroom and I felt like I was walking into a grape! I remember liking it, but thinking to myself, "Holy cow that's a lot of purple!"
My sister started laughing (I'm sure my mom did not appreciate this after all of her hard work and cleaning out her wallet.)
My sister laughed so hard and then looked at me, and with a British accent exclaimed,
 "It looks like a big purple bruuuise!" ... "You're living in a bruise!"
I think I decided that I didn't care too much for the color purple that day. Aren't sisters the best!
It stayed purple up until a few months ago, when my other sister decided that she was sick of living inside a big purple bruise and repainted.
 Can you blame her?