Oh, for Christ's Sake
More notes from the injury blog:
If you are interested in spending a good deal of time on crutches, what you really ought to do is try to walk down Jen's back stairs carrying a gin and tonic, a water bottle, and a bowl of Cheez-Its. That way, you'll render yourself fully incapable of grasping the handrail, thereby facilitating a comical fall that involves you spinning around and pitching forward onto the sidewalk below. That way, you'll be able to spend most of the following afternoon -- when you're supposed to be readying your home for your friend's bridal shower -- hanging out in the emergency room.
I'm fairly sure at this point that I must have pissed off a gypsy in a past life. Dear Gypsy: Whatever I did, I'm terribly sorry. Now stop making me hurt myself. Love, Kate.
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