I Only Wish I Had a Good Story

I could talk about how interestingly random, difficult, dramatic, yet quite rewarding my weekend was, but let's just say I'm glad it's over. I did call into a radio contest last night where they were having "Crappiest Weekend" contest, and gave a Reader's Digest version of the negative aspects of mine. The DJ wouldn't qualify me because mine was "too depressing" and he was looking for entertaining. *sigh*

What I will share with you is how I sprained my ankle, which, at Fran's request, involves an alien encounter.

I was kissing an alien in front of the Prada store on the street, when a man came and grabbed my purse away from me. The alien was no help (jerk!), so I took off on my own. Just as I tackled the thief, I hit my ankle on a light pole, which caused it to sprain. I did get my purse back, the thief was apprehended, and I broke up with the alien. But my ankle will take some time to heal.

Haha. Right.

I hadn't seen my roommate in days, so when her car pulled up at the ward activity next to the one I'd just gotten out of, I ran around the back of my car to go give her a hug. The terrain was uneven and I rolled my ankle, falling straight to the ground. I was able to walk after a few minutes, but it's been rather uncomfortable since. Now, the pain and the swelling has gone down, but it's turning some interesting colors.

I show you.

Kids, don't try this at home.