First things first.

First of all, I'm very happy to have occasion to take a picture of my Crocs, who definitely deserve a mention. I am not a Corcs person. My kids are, but I've never really thought they were great for the mom too. But Darin got me these ones for my birthday, and I love them. So, please take a moment to admire them and contemplate purchasing some for yourself.

Secondly, this is why I was actually taking a picture of my feet. And it's not pretty. Those two feet don't even look like they belong to the same person, but they do both indeed belong to me. It's a sad story.

On Friday night, I was walking down the stairs off our deck to try to climb into the boys room through the window. They were locked out. The girls had locked all the doors leading into their room during the afternoon, and we had never succeeded to get in. Darin came home sick from work on Friday, so he wasn't able to be helpful either. But I knew their window was unlocked and I knew that I'd be able to fix the problem that way. Unfortunatley, before I actually got to the bottom of the stairs, I thought I was at the bottom of the stairs, so I fell down the last two steps. It was instant pain. George found me on the ground in the back yard, crying like a baby. It made a huge impression, so he ran upstairs to wake up his sick father. Luckily Darin was able to spring into action. He found some neighbors to come over so that he and I could have our Friday night date at the ER. It was romantic. We started remembering all our favorite hospital stays, and by the end we were laughing. And happily, nothing is broken, just sprained. But I sure cried a river over this one. I'm telling you, serious pain! Not to mention a touch of panic as my mind started imagining a life without running and a broken foot that never healed properly. Or something like that. Oh well, good thing I own a cute pair of Crocs.

I guess I won't be running this week. Here's to a speedy recovery!