Picture it, Sicily...

...as Sophia used to say on The Golden Girls.

More strange but true adventures in the Vaught household! Fasten your seatbelts for this one.

For those of you who don't know, I fell on the ice while walking home on March 7 during the last snowstorm. (I was walking home instead of driving because I thought it would be safer since everyone was getting stuck trying to get out of our parking lot. I only live 3 houses down, right??) Anyway, chalk up a high ankle sprain that will take anywhere from 6 weeks to 4 months to heal. Very painful, very bruised, VERY LARGE BUTT-PRINT in the snow where I landed in from of all my neighbors. I just kept squeaking "I'm okay" over and over, but yet remained sitting in the middle of the street as they tried to convince me that I really needed to get up. Why can we not admit when we are hurt? Why put on the brave front? Flashbacks to childhood of crying in front of everyone, I guess. Anyway, my neighbor's grandson-in-law braced himself and very bravely said, "Pull on me as hard as you need. I can take it." Lovely. Anyway, he walked me to the door and by the time I was inside I was already quite swollen and purple. My neighbor called and offered to take me to the ER, but you couldn't have paid me to get back out in that mess again to wait with all the other klutzes in Sherman. Luckily we had a snow day the next day so I got a 3 day weekend to keep in iced and elevated and on NSAIDS. (I actually learned a new term: PRINCE. It's an acronym for what to do for a sprained ankle. P-pressure R-rest I-ice N-NSAIDs (Aleve, Ibuprofen) C-compression E-elevation) I borrowed Mom's cane and used it all week the following week at school.

Giant butt print in the snow leads to....

Ankle, what ankle? It only got worse from here!