The Spam Gods Must be Crazy

Yesterday, in my attempts to accommodate the Vinnie-kitty inability to handle steps with hip pain, I was moving shelves, books, etc. and moved wrong or something because the muscle in my back was spasming like mad. I accept that as we get older, things that may not have bothered us before may cause discomfort--I don't like it and work lotions, potions and various machinery to fight it, but I accept it. So, when I go to clean out the Spam folder and the FIRST thing I see is my "long awaited invitation to AARP" I'm not entirely amused.