I know, I know, I'm being overdramatic. It's FAR better to be overdramatic that UNDER dramatic, so just give me a break, OK?!
Plus, I know you're just itching to hear the story. Unfortunately for you, it's not a very exciting story. I toyed with the idea of throwing in a few ninjas (Kate's suggestion), or a wakeboard with a double back flip and a half twist, or maybe some gravity boots....but the truth is, while walking home from church, I fell off my shoe, fell down, and broke my foot.
I KNOW!!! What a lame (ha ha, that's a good pun!) thing to happen. So I've been on crutches and in a boot for the past ten days, but yesterday the doctor graduated me from the crutches. Oh, happy day! I HATE those dumb things. So now I don't have to hobble with crutches, I can just hobble all by myself!
Now that I can get around a little and carry my own dishes to the sink and get into the bathroom unassisted, I'm feeling a little better about the whole thing. But that first week or so was pretty rough. Here are a few photos to help increase your pity for my unfortunate situation:
The sad face is pretty realistc.My new boot. A few days later, and the swelling is...big. One week later. Nice bruising... Here I am contemplating wearing my purple sweats to church....
So now we just wait for that little bone to heal up, and we'll be good to go. Several people have asked if I am going to get rid of those shoes, and the answer is, "NO WAY!" They are awesome, and they can't help it if their owner is a klutz!!