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So.

My ankle?

It is sprained.

There is no gout, no arthritis, and no lyme disease (well probably not anyway, the test isn’t back for that one yet). But! I’m pretty sure the doctor I saw on Monday has an acute case of ineptititous. Get it? I told you a joke there. It was about as funny as thinking you were dying from a sprained ankle, which is what I spent the last 4 days doing. Which is to say: NOT FUNNY AT ALL.

To celebrate my sprained ankle* we spent our Friday night letting the kids terrorize Target and Menard’s because a) it was too chilly to go to the park, b) I wanted to get some container gardening items and c) we are the sort of assholes who subject other people to our cooped up kids.

Anyway, it was a super exciting night. Keaton tried on a helmet. Here, let me show it to you:

Now try not to let the glitz and glamor of this draw you in to this seedy world of parenting. Not ALL Friday nights with kids are this freaking exciting.

*Saw a sports medicine guy, who was thoroughly impressed with my ability to sprain my ankle in 3 places without rolling it. Now I have to go to physical therapy because apparently I don’t know how to run.

Let me repeat that: I DON’T KNOW HOW TO RUN.

By all accounts, shouldn’t my kind have been eaten by the dinosaurs? I thought evolution took care of people like me.

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So.

My ankle?

It is sprained.

There is no gout, no arthritis, and no lyme disease (well probably not anyway, the test isn’t back for that one yet). But! I’m pretty sure the doctor I saw on Monday has an acute case of ineptititous. Get it? I told you a joke there. It was about as funny as thinking you were dying from a sprained ankle, which is what I spent the last 4 days doing. Which is to say: NOT FUNNY AT ALL.

To celebrate my sprained ankle* we spent our Friday night letting the kids terrorize Target and Menard’s because a) it was too chilly to go to the park, b) I wanted to get some container gardening items and c) we are the sort of assholes who subject other people to our cooped up kids.

Anyway, it was a super exciting night. Keaton tried on a helmet. Here, let me show it to you:

Now try not to let the glitz and glamor of this draw you in to this seedy world of parenting. Not ALL Friday nights with kids are this freaking exciting.

*Saw a sports medicine guy, who was thoroughly impressed with my ability to sprain my ankle in 3 places without rolling it. Now I have to go to physical therapy because apparently I don’t know how to run.

Let me repeat that: I DON’T KNOW HOW TO RUN.

By all accounts, shouldn’t my kind have been eaten by the dinosaurs? I thought evolution took care of people like me.

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