I didn’t mean to make a pun there, leading you to believe this was yet ANOTHER foot post. It’s not, promise. I’ll only say that the foot’s improving, and that it reminded me to post this comment from Stuart some time ago:
Congrats on the foot! Getting better, one step at a time, I see! Looks like everything’s going tibia okay! Can’t wait to see you fully heel.
I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it. I guess I better leg it now.
He may have heard me groaning all the way out in Malaysia.
Nope, it’s something else even MORE amazing than puns, if you can believe it.
Hubby and I went to bar trivia with some friends last night. Beforehand, I thought it would be so great if there was a question that was perfectly tailored for me. I was thinking along the lines of: Who is the song “Dirty Frank” about (Jeffrey Dahmer, btw), or something involving the name Mookie Blaylock, as examples of something truly random that only I, being the freak that I am, would know.
Then a question began: “Which band’s 1991 album…”
I gripped by friend’s arm. “Oh my gosh!” I said.
Motherhood and Martial Arts 