So we went out to the house, looked around town, looked around our adorable little quirky house. Drove out, flew back. Got home safe and sound.
And then I fell down the stairs and sprained my @#$%^&*ing ankle.
Universe? You suck.
I'm going to bed now.
And then I fell down the stairs and sprained my @#$%^&*ing ankle.
Universe? You suck.
I'm going to bed now.
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Also, don't be a dumbass?
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On the other hand, it's a family curse. My mom was about my age when she sprained her ankle mere days before she and my father were supposed to move from here to Cali. Don'tcha love stuff like that?