I jinxed myself by dyeing my hair

It's totally true.

I'm back to my old ways. Since I dyed my hair blonde, I have managed to sprain my ankle in a very humorous fashion. Last Friday after my college placement tests, I tripped as I was walking up the stairs. Good thing I didn't trip going down, eh??? My newest injury is due to poor depth perception and long legs (thanks genetics!).

In order to get into the kitchen, you now have to step over a baby gate. So, I attempted this daring feat about 30 minutes ago. I had one leg over, then as the second was going over the gate, I SMACKED it right into the little piece of the counter top that sticks out. It is already slightly swollen and beginning to bruise.

In conclusion, I think I'm going to walk around with moon boots, football pads, and a bicycle helmet. If you see me in public, please don't avoid me..

Fudge, crud, darn...!?

Yeah, the title pretty much describes how I feel right now in a PG manner. Those are the words I've said frequently throughout the last few days, but I've said the more "grown up" versions.

So, here I sit typing, with my legs up on the couch. Sounds good huh? No. Not since I didn't even manage to get half of my "to do" list done today. I made it to Costco and the doctor's office and that's about it. Didn't go to the regular grocery store, or mail off my mom's gift yet.

Yesterday, I was trying to open up the big stroller (one-handed, well, with one hand and one foot). While trying to use my foot to "pry" it open in way, my foot got caught, the stroller fell over, and it twisted my ankle in the process. The result... a sprained ankle. Boooo. That's what I think of that. My doctor always wants me to see a dermatologist so I can have a few moles on my back examined and possibly removed. Fun stuff (not). I'm officially boycotting doctors for a few weeks.

On a good note, husband will be home very soon.