So, I've pretty much decided that 2007 stinks. When one steps out of bed in the morning, one's ankle should not crack! That was how I started my morning. See, I sprained my ankle Thursday afternoon and had pretty much nursed it back to health with rest and ice.
Yesterday, I was feeling really good so I went to the movies with my parents and Scott to celebrate Pops' birthday. Then we headed over to She-She's to have "birthday dinner", play video games and throw some darts. Anyhow, by the time 2007 rolled around, my ankle was feeling darn near good as new. And when I went to bed, I thought, "I'm getting good at this sprained ankle crap. Back to health in only three days this time." (side note: I sprained an ankle every October from 7th grade through 10th grade when I went ahead and fractured my left ankle. It's been ankle hell ever since) Anyhow, first step out of bed and craaaaaaack! Back to ice and rest. Bummer.
I only wish the day of blunders ended there. I managed to poke Adam in the eye (accident), spill a full cup of ice water on myself and the couch, and break one of my Mickey dishes. No, I am not starting 2007 off right. I'll go to bed now before I do something really stupid. Oh geeze, I just remembered I didn't light my catalytic lamp and now all that fuel has gone to waste.
If this is how 2007 is shaping up, I think I'd better hibernate.
