Yes tatertots, it’s true.
There’s a reason I’ve walked either alone or with the royal poochies these past three years …
The ONE time I decide to walk with someone … albeit just from our classroom to the campus Starbuck’s …
I became so engrossed in the conversation that I didn’t watch where I was walking, missed the step.
And I fell.
And the Race for the Cure is exactly a month from today.
Hub’s having a fit because what I at first thought was an ankle injury is actually a knee “thing” and I have to take it v-e-r-y easy for the next week or so just to get everything healed and working at 100%.
I am a dork.