Managed to do a doozy to myself yesterday. Twisted my ankle but good. Sort-of fell off a few stairs (OK, the new stairs in our back yard), and came down entirely unnaturally on my right foot. Which has required liberal amounts of limping, punctuated by girlish whimpering.
How did I do this? Rappeling down the side of the house, after inspecting my roof shingles?
No...
Tumbling while trying to install a heavy metal (heh heh - heavy metal...) fountain?
No...
Fell into the freshly dug pit for my new pond?
No....
I fell off the stairs, and twisted my ankle while trying to remove the sliding screen door at our back door. Something just as simple as that.
Which might explain why Mike Holmes and Debbie Travis don't return my phone calls...
Chow for now!!
2 comments:
I would've put my money on putting up my feet on the coffee table or computer desk. Then falling backwards ass over tea kettle.
Sounds about right to me either way.
You know, somedays here I feel like
A) Rodney Dangerfield,
or
B) A Catholic in the Roman Coliseum, with 98% of the crowd rooting for the lions...
Is there no sympathy left in this cold, cruel world???
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