ok so my in laws are in town (woohoo! and I mean that, I love my inlaws) . we are over visiting some other family here in phoenix, and the Tia (aunt) says hey you have a home office right? I say yeppers, need some bookshelfs she says? sure! load said bookshelfs in cousins suburban who has been wanting to see my home but I hadnt invited yet(oops) and off we go.
We get to the house, go in sit down have a drink chit chat for a little while. Im like " Hey guys its getting late, lets grab that stuff out of the suburban, dump it in the garage and ill get it in later" Out to the suburban ( you can feel the impending doom right? ) I grab one of the bookshelfs and start to tug it out, it sorta hangs on something. I stop and ponder for what seems like an eternity, what could I be caught on... mind you this was actually only like a second, but in that second I thought about a lot of stuff. Like am i stuck on the other bookshelf? the seat? a strap? or maybe a 30 lb toolbox that is swiftly moving through space in a downward motion toward my foot that is protected by nothing more than the leather straps that are the top of my sandel?
SON OF A B!%$# LAST OPTION LAST OPTION ALERT!
someone laughts, I scream, someone stops laughing, someone else yells dont laugh this isnt funny, I scream again, Foot broke! FOOT BROKE! I limp away, cant put pressure on foot. not good... into ice bucket, ah better, is foot broken? Not sure, can I move my digits? yes with pain. Can I walk? No. If i put pressure on it I fall over. So more ice as I sit here writing this, then Im going to hop to bed on my good foot. If I cant stand in the morning, off to urgent care for xrays!
"Holy Cow.. You cats are harsh.. They banned our fricken President..!!! LOL" -Tokenh3