So, there I was, minding my own business, when all of a sudden an 11′ 4″ giant comes strolling along. He tips his hat at me and waves a cheery hello as he continues on his way. Naturally I saw him for the evil genius he was and quickly took precautions for the obviously impending enslaught of battle.
Battle ready, I stood outside my preferred Starbucks, eyes pealed and ears atuned to anything that might indicate the direction from whence my gargantuan enemy would attack. Unfortunately, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
My ankle gave out and I fell. Dumping my freakin’ scalding coffee all over me (hair, face, WHITE SWEATER, and my HAIR!).
Yup, that’s right, I was walking back to my car, americano in hand, and I fell. For no good reason. And of course, my car was parked the closest to the door so the good patrons of Starbucks got a show. Some woman came up and asked if I was alright. My response? “I feel like I should take a bow or something” (It wouldn’t be the first time – I once fell down 1 step at a bar and got up, took a bow, and everyone applauded. I’m that awesome.) At that point I was less than 2 minutes from my house so back home I went to shower, change and attempt to relieve the seering pain in my arm.
Twelve hours later: My arm is no longer blazing an angry red in my general direction; however, my ankle is roughly the size of a Stephen King novel (I’m sorry, I know that guy is supposed to be the master of horror or whatever, but get to the frakking point already! My gawd! After a certain point you’re no longer building suspense, just boredom! And a little bit of agony at the tedium of waiting for the bogeyman.) Actually, it wasn’t that bad this morning, I could walk just fine on it – so walk I did. I went to the barn after work and walked around for a bit and I think that might have been wrong. Now, it hurts to move it and to walk on it.
So that’s my excuse for not having a post ready for you guys – that is, except for this one. Well, that and I went to look at a property to rent. Unfortunately it’s a no go – which is kind of tragic because it was beautiful. Just wasn’t quite right. Le sigh.
My ankle and I are going beddybye now. Nightnight.
ps. In case you didn’t get the Chubby Checker reference, I’m referring to his song “The Twist” because my ankle is twisted. ha ha ha Get it?