The No Good Very Bad Day..

So here is your laugh for the day {Go ahead it is okay to laugh, because I am laughing about it now!}

So last night I am at costco, getting some stuff for Dinner {trying to hurry because a co-worker is coming over for dinner} I am doing good have an hour to go till he gets there! Anyway, I turn from putting the groceries in the car, and pull the basket behind me to pull around and push it to the basket return {if that makes sense} Low and behold right as I bring my right foot up to step, the basket {which I am controlling} RAMS into my ankle. Instantly, I am feeling a burning tingling sensation. {ya know like you get when you hit your funny bone.. ONLY WORSE!} I figure ahh crap!! I probably just pulled my tendon or something dramatic like that... great, just my luck! I keep thinking “Don’t look at it, it will go away, don’t look at it!" {because you know if you look at it , it will hurt worse!!!!} So I am limping/hobbling to my car trying not to burst into tears {a little background.. my day was a crap day yesterday!! So this was the last straw for me} I get into the car and think.. great how am I suppose to drive to get Maddy! I can’t even feel my toes, it hurts to put pressure on it.. well I end up backing out and driving across the street {literally} to Maddy’s daycare.. WITH MY LEFT FOOT {so awkward, I do NOT recommend} I hobble up to the door {still hadn’t looked at it at this point} get in she can see I am limping.. Teresa asks if I am okay.. and what do you know, I BURST into tears.. {this was the second time today that I had cried.. what is wrong with me!?} She tells me to sit down, and we notice it is bleeding pretty bad and it's all over my shoe. {NICE! The pain just worsened now- of course because I LOOKED!!!} It had split open my ankle.. Poor Maddy was like “It’s okay momma, don’t worry I’ll take care of it!” We get the bleeding to stop, finally! I think to myself alright I have to get home for dinner!! So I tell Teresa I will be fine, really, I will! Well not even a block away I am not okay, I pull over and call my mom by then I am bawling AGAIN and she instantly turns into Mom mode, grabs my dad and they are on their way to get me.. My dear sweet Dad drives me home.. {how thoughtful right!?} The whole way he is cursing me for wearing flip-flops {of course} and can’t understand why I am crying { of course again!- HORMONES dad… HORMONES}

The morale of thisVERY long story.. somewhat shortened.. don’t wear flip flops {according to my Dad} AND just beware of shopping carts.. they bite! They bite hard!!