Don’t forget your towel!

This planet has — or rather had — a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

Michelle (whining): I want something sweet. What do we have that’s sweet? Wait a sec! I have chocolate! HEY! Where’s my chocolate?!
Michael: (evil laugh)

I have to say, the color is really starting to come out in my ankle! (stitches are covered in these pictures, so that reduces the grossness by a large factor.)
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When I realized I was going to need to wear skirts because of my broken ankle I was depressed–I don’t have OWN any skirts.

However, a txt conversation with Jeri made me realize an awesome pair of boots would ease the sting of the girlishness of skirts. As I was drooling over the selection at Dr Martens and deciding precisely how to tell Michel he was going to be required to go out and find a pair of boots for me (I had three pairs selected, in order of desire that it looked like he could find at a local store) the amazing, fabulous and wonderful Jeri sent me a “gift certificate” for some Dr Martens boots.

To be honest, I almost cried. Sometimes when you’re feeling your lowest, someone does something so unexpectedly wonderful–something that will remind you of that wonderfulness every time you get dressed to leave the house–it’s impossible to remain miserable.

Thank you Jeri. Your kindness and your generosity will be remembered every time I put my boot.

Michelle: I’m not stupid.
Michael: (nods)
Michelle: Thank you for not arguing that point.

Not for the feint of heart–the stitches are really ugly looking.

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Was sitting here thinking how my foot was aching and how miserable I was when KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

I have the best friends EVAR! (I’ve received other loot, but as it wasn’t perishable, I haven’t yet documented its existence.)

Thank you so much Natalie & Larry and The Pink Thing! (TPT ordered the balloon.)

People must know I love flowers! Because I got flowers on Saturday!

Note: I did not take these pictures, Michael did. I’m not yet up for standing still, and I’m pretty sure taking pictures while balancing on crutches is an invitation for another trip to the ER.

From my aunt & uncle and Grandmom.

From my parents

The card from the UCF was Teh BEST!
“To the Most Graceful Member of the UCF. Heal Fast!”

I’ve got some extra color in my life while I’m stuck here in my chair!

Happy Birthday Eric!

You’re 47 this year, right?

Yesterday was WV’s Primary Election. In honor of that is today’s word: upset

Grandmom: I just don’t feel up to going out to dinner.
Michael: That’s fine.
Grandmom: Don’t be mad.
Michael: I’m not mad!
Grandmom: And I’m gonna pay for it.
Michael: That’ll make me mad.
Grandmom: No it won’t.

I’ve been making bread fairly regularly since the beginning of the year. This week I decided to try the recipe from Peter Reinhart’s The Bread Baker’s Apprentice: Mastering the Art of Extraordinary Bread.

His ingredients and technique are different from the recipe I’d been using out of the The King Arthur Flour Baker’s Companion, and although I didn’t follow it 100% (I make my biga right before I go to bed, I wasn’t about to wait 2 to 4 hours, then refrigerate, then pull it out and let it warm up for an hour before continuing; never mind the lack of room in my refrigerator.)