Sprain, Sprain Go Away
Who sprains their ankle twice in a three month period of time? Me. Who hikes in mud in Hello Kitty tennis shoes? Me. Who almost gets on the news and carried out of Pu'upia trail in Manoa by six firefighters? Me. I should probably be feeling a little more shame...first copying the ice coffee and now this. I enjoyed another scenic, great exercise of a hike this morning...until I fell on top of my foot with that big baby again. At least the majority of the hike was complete. At least the baby is perfect. Nothing but a streak of mud on his shin. Baby wipe took care of that. I, on the other hand, was in need of a little more than a baby wipe. A shot of whiskey was coming to mind. I'm going to venture and say this sprain (on the same foot as the previous sprain) is much worse than the one obtained in the wet crosswalk in front of Gabe's school. I'm only able to be somewhat glib since no injuries to my baby occurred. I won't be hiking, or walking, or doing any Wii Just D...