the leg up club!

Here’s some funny news… My housemate Eli and I are both on crutches… Wes and Alix are already tired of the “hey, you have two legs that work… could you go get…” and the party is just beginning.  We’re pretty excited and already talking about a crutches-only Olympics (which might actually be a bad idea).  We’ve taken over the living room couches for our “leg up club meeting”, where we both sit with our bum feet elevated.  I had Brandie take a photo, but my cord is upstairs… and I won’t be goin’ that a-way until time for bed.  Y’all may or may not know that my little right tootsie is unhappy because of a stress fracture on the fifth metatarsal.  Eli sustained his injury from flying on his Pegasus unicorn who he calls “Charlie” and fighting such evils as a “sanitron 4000” gone bad and a misrepresenting “sludge-judge 2000”.  He took a hit to the left ankle and hasn’t stopped swelling since.  He’ll try and be modest and say that he hurt it doing “Danish gymnastics” whatever that means, but we saw the whole thing go down, so don’t let him lie to you.  We are now, more than ever, accepting donations of go-go-gadget appendages, perhaps we could function a little easier that way.  We extend our gratitude in advance. 

 

Thankful list:

-the united nature of this house, that Eli would go and hurt himself so I wouldn’t be the only one on crutches

-ace wraps

-Thelma and Margie

-reading good books in the grass and making cloud shapes

-banjo lessons with al

-mashed tators with butter

-the go-go gadget appendage you’re about to send our immobile little house