I was all set to tell you about my day.
All about how no one ever tells you how exhausting it is to be an effective parent.
But instead I'm going to remind you of that one time last August when I christened my new home by falling off the deck steps and spraining my ankle.
And instead I'm going to point out the bitter irony that once again, on a Friday afternoon, I find myself on the ground, this time actually in FRONT of the neighbors, and have sprained, not one, but BOTH of my ankles.
And now, the cute new heels that I purchased specifically for a certain event that happens in exactly 2 weeks, are probably going to go back to the store, because really, WHAT IS THE POINT.
Also, I refuse to go to church this Sunday of the grounds of I SPRAINED BOTH OF MY ANKLES AT THE SAME TIME.
And in case you happened to miss the point of this whole post, it is this: I SPRAINED BOTH OF MY ANKLES OH MY GOSH HOW STUPID CAN I BE.
I don't know what hurts more, my fragile ego, or my throbbing ankles.
P.S. excessive use of the words sprained, and ankle.... check
