Ankle in Progress

Ok so last week, late-ish one evening, right? I’m walking across the front yard, bottle of wine in hand, headed over to a friends house for dessert…
And I step right in that hole in the front yard where the FOR SALE sign used to be like eight months ago before we bought the place.
Step right in that hole with my right foot, and the ankle rolls…
And I know what you’re thinking, Gentle Reader. You’re thinking, “Why is that hole even still there?!”
Right? Well relax ok? We’ll get there! Do some xeriscaping or something! Maybe a couple nice boulders? But for now, well, we’re still working on the inside of the house, ok? For now, we’re that crazy house with the dead lawn. We’re that couple that never waters.
Ok?
Whatever!
Anyway,
The ankle rolls…to the point of pain…and I’m totally thinking, “Is this the end of Zombie Shakespeare?” and my ballet-life flashes before my eyes…and then- the ankle rights itself.
You know, stabilizes.
Like an ankle should.
So,
I step out of the hole, and I’m like, “Woah! Kinda turned my ankle there!” and Mr. Adult Beginner is like, “Woah! You ok?” and I’m like, “Woah! I don’t know yet!”
So we get in the car, and go to our friends’ place, join them just in time for Shoo-fly pie, which is A-Mazing, google a recipe right now and make some immediately, and I keep my right leg folded up under the table, and somehow, I don’t even remember, conversations shifts towards the host declaring that one of the best meals he’s ever eaten in his entire life was a glass of wine and a slice of cold pizza, in the shower, for breakfast.
In The Shower.
Gentle Reader, have you ever?!
And it turns out that of the eight of us at the table, two of us have eaten while showering.
And of the remaining six, three of us are thinking, “that is completely inappropriate shower-time behavior!” while the other three of us are thinking, “Brilliant! All this time I’ve wasted! Showering with no pizza! What am I doing with my life??? If I leave right now I could pick up a pizza on the way home…”
So the next morning, ankle ok, no bruising. I take this as a sign of Major Progress.
It’s, like, almost back to being a real ankle again.

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