Effing Dog

I might actually need an anger management course.

I'm 45 years old, and was never an athlete, so my history of broken bones was ZERO.

But look at me now! Two X-rays on two separate occasions for two equally stupid decisions and my history went from zero to TOO MANY.

I spent the morning full of energy and plans (I was even going to paint!!), and spent the day in doctor's offices with a busted knuckle and wounded pride.

Now I have an effing cast for three weeks, can't tie the drawstring on my pants, and completely threw myself out of the 40 Day challenge.

All because of that 100 pound puppy and my awful sense of timing.