You'll get a kick out of this because it's so classic me. I signed up to play on our church dodgeball team. One would think that since I have been working out a lot and losing weight I would be a little more graceful these days. Not so much. But I figured it was dodgeball...could I really get hurt? Apparently I can find a way!
So yesterday evening was my second official game. We have kind of a hodge podge team although we aren't bad. We were in first place. Last night only about half our team showed up. The other team was comprised of 4 guys in there mid-30's and 2 of their wifes. They took it to a whole new level. They had a strategy and honestly, we got killed. I mean killed.
Which brings me to my injury. The 4 guys decided to unleash every ball they had and I was the chosen target. I managed to 'dodge' 3 of them and decided to try to jump over the final ball which was thrown low. Not so smart. I landed on the ball and rolled my ankle. This isn't exactly an uncommon thing for me. My ankles are weak from so many years of basketball and what not. I tried to walk it off and it actually didn't feel too bad. That was until I got home last night. It freakin hurts. It's bruised, swollen, the whole nine yard. Yes, I managed to injure myself in dodgeball.
After I put Layla to bed I decided to break out the ice, lay on the couch and enjoy me some Grammy's. That's when the life size Elmo that is still floating around the house from Layla's birthday decided to play a nasty trick on me. He played his first trick on me this weekend when we floated upstairs and scared the shit out of me. So I get all cozy on the couch, get all set up and this is where he decides to plant himself:
Needless to say with the bum ankle I had to watch the Grammy's between Elmo's legs. :)
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