A bird was caught in the mud room. He didn't know how to get out. Frank decided to try and help him out. Unfortunately it was too high for him to jump. So James had to pick up the bird and throw him out. Frank by then had lost all interest and was eating grass outside.
So, the Wednesday night we went out for dinner. When we got home, Boyf had to go to work, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Television? not yet. later. So, it had to be a walk/run. I left, walked along the highway to a cute little suburban road. I was trying to tie my sweater around my waist without dropping my ipod and keys, my foot slipped off the pavement twisting my ankle. At first I thought I should go home, but I decided that I would walk it off. After a couple of minutes it felt fine. I thought that because I am so young that my ankle could heal itself! Turns out, not so much. I got home, took off my shoes and couldn’t put any weight on my foot. Not so young. I am going to be 28. That is almost 30. Yikes! I spent all day yesterday on the couch with my ankle on ice. It feels better today, but I am still staying off of it. It is still swollen. Stupid bones and ligaments or whatever. I am hoping that it feels better tomorrow. Hopefully I can get back on track. I had decided to get my ass in gear. I want to be bikini ready for my birthday.
DAMMIT!!
Three little beans have sprouted! James said that he saw some bunny outside nibbling on some of the weeds around the garden. Bunny better watch himself or he will turn into stew.
