Blech...
So, Anna's late. I thought I'd pleasure you all while I wait. (That rhymed if you didn't catch it... )
I went to the doctor yesterday. As far as they saw, there's no break. However, I did tear up and rupture a crapload of tendons and ligaments in my foot and some in my ankle. I got a kick ass boot. You're jealous, don't lie. I go back in a week, and if it's not any better, they'll re-x-ray it, to make sure there isn't a stress fracture or something that they couldn't see the first time. He said anywhere from four to eight weeks before I can go back to everything full fledged. Balls, I know.
After 7th hour yesterday, I almost started screaming Ryan's name like I usually do, and then I remembered that he's in another country. I wanted to cry. Nine more days and then he's mine. We've got a date for brownies and a welcome home party.
My momma got some pretty sweet pictures of me and my boot last night at the game. I'm throwin' up the "west side" with my hand in one. Tuh huh...
I don't know what to do about you. You want to be single. I'm not sure how fair it would be to me if I sat idly by and waited for you. What if you changed your mind?
I am addicted to Carrie Underwood. The whole CD is aMAZing...
I'm out like curdled milk.
Much love... Cassie?