Happy Birthday you bonehead
November 14, 2007
I wasn’t planning on spending by 39th birthday today dancing the night away in a hot Salsa bar…but I wasn’t planning on spending it on a pair of these either:
(picture of a pair of crutches for those of you on RSS)
Top 5 ways I didn’t tear the ligaments in my left ankle:
1) Ankles behind the head great sex
2) Landed badly while skydiving
3) Alcohol enduced dancing frenzy with sexy Latin men (Graham’s a white boy, he don’t dance)
4) Falling from my horse while practicing for the Olympic trials
5) Rescuing a child from the jaws of a hungry kangaroo
They way I did tear the ligaments in my left ankle:
1) Slipping in the bathroom
Not exactly going down in a blaze of glory I must admit. Personally, I’m going to use reason Number 5 above when people ask me what I did.
So, I’m now thinking of what shoes I can wear with crutches when Graham takes me to Rockpool for dinner tomorrow night. Yes, reservations at Melbourne’s Restaurant of the Year, the home of Waygu beef at $110/steak, Cavier served in 50g portions and a wine list to die for..and I’m the sex goddess of all times with my new fashion accessories. I don’t even own a pair of flat shoes other than flip flops these days - so I wonder if it’s safe to try and hobble over Crown’s highly polished floors on crutches and kitten heels?
If you read about me breaking my right ankle..you’ll know why.
Happy Birthday to me…and yes, I’m obviously aging into a klutz.
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