It may not actually be broken. But it sure ain't pretty.
I wish I had a great story to match the swirls of purple and blue. But alas, I was just walking. Walking through the gym being followed by my gymnasts like ducklings follow their mother. On our way to the bars, my pinkie toe caught the edge of the elevated vault runaway and just like that, closed-toe shoes in the middle of November are a luxury in which I can't painlessly indulge. Stupid pinkie toe!
Alyssa's stomach betrayed her late Sunday night and she spent most of yesterday in bed. She slept in this morning and then decided to give school a try. She's tough as nails, that girl, so I'm hopeful she'll rebound in time to compete in her sectionals meet this weekend.
Our car's not technically broken but in for a major milestone maintenance. I know it's necessary and likely saves us money down the road, but I find it painful to shell out that kind of money for a timing belt. Natalie says she'd rather keep the loaner van.
Natalie's heart was broken when she left her beloved pink blanket at a hotel a couple of weeks ago. The blanket was eventually found and the hotel staff promised to send it via UPS. Natalie yelled, "You stinker!" as we passed a UPS truck this morning because it hasn't been delivered yet. It's actually the slow-moving hotel staff that's to blame. Last I checked, they hadn't even mailed it yet.
And finally, we have another device to add to our list of cursed electronics. Last night, Jon reached into his pocket to check the time on his iPod touch when it crashed to the ground, shattering its screen. And he only got it a couple of weeks ago. This has got to be the reason why technology is not my thing!
My toe will heal, Alyssa will regain her strength, Natalie's blanket will eventually arrive and I'll be thankful for a car that functions properly and lasts for several more years.
Time heals all wounds...does that apply to LCD screens?