No, no ... not the kid. I've had her for a couple years now. I'm talking about the busted ankle. My wife and I were headed out the door for a weekend alone together -- I mean, we were this close, I kid you not -- and I miss a step, fall on the outside edge of my foot and, pow! I spend three hours in the ER. Fun times.
At least it isn't broken.
More tomorrow ...
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