What the fuck!
It's no big secret that I'm not graceful but the last few days have been an eye opening experience in how truly clutsy/clumsy/uncoordinated I am. I completely wiped out on the way to work yesterday (melted snow incident) and today I was running to pick up Jake's phone and slipped, fell and landed on my ankle. So my ankle is swelling as we speak and hurting like no tomorrow (I'm a pain wimp so it might just be me) Injuries mean nothing to these people. Blake brought me ice and that's about all the compassion I'm getting