With the new year I decided I was going to get to the gym. During the last twenty seconds of my first time ever spin class, my foot somehow got wrapped up around the pedal, and I fractured two bones in my ankle.
While in the exam room at The Great Dr. Peare's office he asked me if I drank a lot of milk. I assured him that I do. He said, "Do you drink at least three cups a day?"
Bob jumps in, "Depends if there are Oreos in the house."
I couldn't say a word. It's all true. I'm so bad.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Posted by Sabra at 4:40 PM