Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Fractured

Princess has been complaining about her knee for a while now. Mr. Right finally broke down and took her to the doctor. Turns out, it is fractured. Great. More ammunition for her to build her case that her parents are losers.

I believe this is related to the Great Ski Accident of 2007. Aggravated by gymnastics.

Both of which (especially skiing) will probably be out of the question this year.

I was so looking forward to reading my Kindle at the chalet by a toasty fire while Mr. Right and Princess take to the slopes. If global warming doesn't get in the way.

The idea of the first few snow flakes falling while she looks out the window and wimpers is driving me to have dreams about developing an alcohol problem.

4 comments:

Lula! said...

This was hilarious...oh my head, your misfortune just made my day. I'm sorry...I'm laughing with you, not at you. I must clarify this.

Rick said...

Maybe she would enjoy taking up knitting? Maybe?

manic mariah said...

I hate it when they have amunition...

Marinka said...

That's terrible, I'm so sorry. But why do you make alcohol problem sound like a bad thing?