Here's my gimp husband. 3 fractures in his foot, 1 in his leg. He has to hobble around on this for another week or so and then go back to the doctor to see if he can go without it.
I'd like to say it's because he was doing something wild and crazy, like...break dancing, or running with the bulls, or being pushed down the stairs, I mean accidentally falling down the stairs. But it's from training for a marathon that he won't be running in. All those months of training for not.
I do feel really bad for the guy because he's been in a lot of pain for a long time. But I also feel bad for me because now I have no one to walk Cohen around when he's screaming and I just need a break. Oh well, I think I can pony up and handle it for another week.
If you drive by and I'm on the roof, just let me jump.
Totally unrelated, but here's a photo of Coey having his first Mimosa on Easter. He started begging me for it as soon as we got home from church but I made him wait until noon. Lush.
Hanging with his buddy, Anthony (a.k.a. A.J.). Cohen is 10 days older than Anthony and stores more nuts in his cheeks than Anthony too.
Please give my regards to Christian.
ReplyDeleteAlso, no jumping off the roof just yet.
On a side note, looks like another baby girl Murdoch on the way.
oh sucky! I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteLay off the booze little man, we can tell you are a lightweight + a crier when guzzied up.