I hate being crippled by my own demise. While I didn't break my foot, and I'm ever so thankful for that, I won't be allowed to walk for the next week without a boot on. I can drive though! I was horrified at the thought of my mother being my chauffeur for the next week. That would be the icing on the cake for this weekend. At least she doesn't have an excuse to yell at me for doing something she doesn't approve of, or for forgetting to do something she asks of me.

1. I rolled my foot.
2. Now Bandit's very ill. He's 14, and I think he's just starting to really show his age. :(
3. My father has been sick all morning.


I can also look forward to the holiday. :)
( I look forward... )