I promise I will stop talking about how much I hate crutches one of these days. Probably when I don’t have to use them anymore. For your sake (and mine) I hope that’s soon.
Yesterday, Sam and I were watching bad TV (new and favorite past time) when an ad for Kathy Griffin’s new stand up routine called “Whore on Crutches” came on. I couldn’t grab the remote fast enough to censor. Sam said, “"Do you think she named that show after you?” Watch it kid. You have to know my son to realize he means no disrespect. Now, even though Sam will be 13 in a couple of days, I try to protect him from the world of whores and the like. But sometimes while watching Bravo stuff slips out like “Whores on Crutches.” Just hope that’s not my new nickname or someone might find themselves at boarding school.
Jenn from Running Sane (she should probably change her name to “Keeping Shut Up and Run Sane”) had a great idea for me. It looks like this (don’t mind my Sunday morning attire or my hairdo. I can really look like crap sometimes. Good thing no one reads this blog):
Don’t you like how I’m rolling around making all kinds of noise and Ken’s in the background measuring rope like nothing’s going on? Guess he’s used to my shenanigans.
You have no idea what a world this chair has opened up. I can now carry a plate to the sink and run over the dog at the same time. I’m just hoping I don’t fall off the chair or ride it down the stairs. You don’t even want to be dealing with me when I have a full body cast.