Okay, so part of the trouble with facebook was that I would post status updates and would leave the details of life to a 1-4 line blurb. I'll blurb them back where they belong, right here.
March 9th I broke my little toe. Ironically I was running to get my shoes.
On March 25th I broke the healing that had occurred walking to my car to surprise JR with a cheesecake at his office the day before his birthday.
I've never broken a bone and I'd rather not do it again.
3 comments:
You've got mad skillz, Sara!
P.S. We want pictures.
Of your kids, not your toe.
Yeah, I dislocated my right pinky toe when I was ten. Sometimes, I get a sharp pain from it whenever the weather is about to get nasty.
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