Saturday, July 19, 2014

Thoughts upon learning you had broken both of your ankles in spectacular fashion.

 “10” “9.8” “9.9” “10” and the Russian judge:  “6.4”

“Top this, Virginia”

“Now would be a good time to take up wheelchair racing”

(sticking your legs with ankle casts straight in the air) “look drumsticks!”

“Well you’ve always wanted really big feet”

“A little magic marker and now you have a handy way to tell your right from your left”

“Finally something to get those gosh darn kids, grandkids, great grandkids to do something for you for a change”

“With those hooves I bet you’ll be kick ass at kickball”

“Be truthful now, did you really break your ankles or is this just a conspiracy to get me to stop being so rude and not communicating?”

And finally….

“Thank God you landed on your ankles so they could take the shock rather than your  neck. Because Nana with funny feet is infinitely better than the alternative.”


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