This Weekend, I wrapped my ankle like a newborn infant in the dead of winter and babied the shit out of it. After going to the doctor on Friday, the actual doctor confirmed what the un-actual doctor [my husband] had already told me – my ankle was all sorts of stupid. No fractures or broken bones though. And for that my mind was put at peace and my foot was put in boot.
Just call me Timberlake, because I’m totally bringing Sexy Back.
This Weekend, I helped out with a local fashion show to help with Breast Cancer Awareness. Lillie walked the stage [she’s a professional model now, don’t ya know] and I was the ‘pusher’ who told the people when to do their runway. It was held at our local community theatre [where I did umpteenth number of plays over my high school career] and brought back a lot of great memories…and a lot of hope that Lillie will one day be up there in the spotlight. [What? I’m not a real parent unless I hope my kid follows in my dreams. Don’t deny. We all do it.]
This Weekend, I enjoyed my husband. We got all gussied up, tried a new restaurant, laughed a lot [bag of potatoes, anyone?], and reminded ourselves that just because we’re parents now doesn’t mean we’re only parents. We’re friends, we’re lovahs, we’re amazing dancers, and we do a mean review of a restaurant [thanks to our addiction to Bar Rescue]. We’re not perfect, but sometimes we can make a damn good argument for it. And this weekend was an argument we totally won.
This Weekend, I did not run in a 5k I had lined up for Saturday morning even though I really wanted too. Actually, my doctor even called me out on it and said I know you still want to do it, but don’t. [Turns out he’s somewhat of a runner and totally understood where I was coming from.] I still planned on it up until I went to bed Friday night when my husband gave me the stank eye that said, Seriously. I hate it when he’s right. I have another one lined up for this weekend, we’ll see how the running shenanigans go this week. I mean, it’s only swollen to the size of a kiwi instead of a grapefruit so that’s good, right?