H likes to play outside in heels. I'm forever telling her not to, and she's forever sneaking them out the door. How could I ever have thought she was going to be my tomboy?
I make her compromise fashion for safety because the majority of our property is covered in rocks. Big rocks, little rocks, stone pathways, slate stepping stones... It's like we live in a quarry.
3 or 4 years ago, almost to the day, I went running down our stone pathway and sprained my ankle.
I may not remember the exact year, but I do remember sitting in H&R Block with crutches. It wasn't 2 years ago, because I didn't have a baby when it happened. It wasn't 5 years ago, because we didn't live here then.
I know it doesn't really matter, but it's bothering me that I can't remember whether this was 3 or 4 years ago.
Which is probably the Vicodin talking.
Because, on Monday, I went running down our stone pathway and broke my foot.
Maybe I should try wearing heels next time.
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oooo- hope you're back on your foot soon!
I have to share this story with my son next time he wants to wear heels outside. Or anywhere else.
Thank goodness wearing white after labor day is not quite so hazardous.
Ouch. My daughter is on crutches because she went down a slide being a tomboy. She busted up her foot five minutes before we were supposed to go on vacation in San Fransisco - a walking around town. Fortunately she only tore some ligaments and was able to hobble around with not too much trouble. Hope you heal up soon.
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