This morning I attempted to walk my bike down a set of stairs and managed to implant, with force, the left metal pedal into my left Achilles tendon. Excruciating. I yelled so loud Sam could hear it from outside and came running in to see who was murdering me.
On the bright side, this exists: A blog devoted to Nicolas Cage's face. It's fascinating. I could look at this thing all day.
There is an elevator you know.
ReplyDeleteYes, but the stairs were closer.
ReplyDeleteAre you so impaired that you are now forced to take the elevator?
ReplyDeleteNo, not that impaired. But I do have a limp. More of an orphan limp than a Quasimodo. I will live.
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