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.

Hard.

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%.

{{sigh}}

I am a dork.