Monday, March 6

Coming up with a better story

Everyone keeps asking me how I broke my foot (a few have also asked me why, to which I respond that I thought it would be fun to hobble around on crutches for a while). Apparently, my story isn't good enough, so people have been suggesting alternate versions. I'm thinking of holding a contest at Liberty, and making dinner for the sailor who comes up with the best story. So far, suggestions have been:
  • One of the crazy Italian drivers around here ran over my foot and crushed it
  • I was chasing after and shooting at space monkeys, and because I was reloading my rifle, I didn't see the sidewalk pothole
  • (my favorite) Some guy tried to mug me and I kick the @#$% out of him - my foot might be broken, but you should see the other guy!

Anyone want to suggest anything else? :-)

On another note, things at home are better with the cats - Sepp and Siggy don't look at me (or the crutches, rather) suspiciously and run away as I walk past. This whole ordeal is also helping to curb my midnight snacking habit of the past few months...

3 comments:

Karen said...

i vote for #3!

Mamma Sarah said...

I can't believe you broke your foot! My goodness gal! I vote for number 3 also!

Anonymous said...

Perhaps you could tell them that you were teach Trey some new fold dances steps in preparatin for you return to the adult folk dance group and he done stomped on your foot?

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