So my theory that bad things happen in 3's still holds true.
I fractured my right ankle tonight.
We were in the ER for 3 hours and I am now the proud owner of a half cast and a pair of crutches. Like a bad flashback to High School.
How you ask? Walking. Yep, just plain old walking. And tripping, can't forget about the tripping. I tripped on a curb because I was smiling at a nice lady sitting in her car at the post office (by the way, Jeni, you can expect a package).
So, my theory holds true, and I can breathe easy now because we shouldn't have a streak like this for awhile now. And at least it happened to me, not one of the kids. Which is actually what I asked for after the first two bad things. I told God that if we really had to have another bad thing happen to please let it happen to me and not one of the kids. So, the kids are fine, I have a cast, and James gets an unexpected few days off work to play Mr. Mom/Nurse. It should be fun!
Oh, and I know this says James posted this but it's not him, it's me. On top of everything my laptop is dead. Go figure.