I had a post planned for yesterday, but things went a little awry… And I have a few photos to use with this post, but I don’t have them all together and I’m running around a lot today…
But I didn’t want to delay telling you all about my crazy day yesterday…
Yesterday was my husband’s 36th birthday. The dogs and I made him cards, and a chocolate cake, we got him gifts and waited anxiously for his arrival home from work.
Upon his arrival, he said that he was starving and wanted strombolis from our local pizza place. So I ran out to collect our strombolis.
As I got home, opened the garage door, entered the house…I found my husband standing on one foot panting. Blowing big puffs of air out and he held his weight against the door frame.
Being one that is used to being married to a clutz, I simply asked, “What’s wrong with you now?”
He played it off…”I just twisted my ankle, it’ll stop hurting in a minute.”
Then I notice he is hobbling around looking for something…”What are you looking for?”
He replied urgently, “Where did Nigel go???”
Hmmm… this is beginning to look a little precarious. Nigel has run to the dining room and is hunched up in a corner.
“Did you hurt Nigel?”
“Um… I’m not sure. I got off the couch when I heard the garage and he ran under my foot. I nearly killed myself trying not to step on him, but I am worried that I hurt him.”
I go to pick up Nigel, and he STINKS. He somehow or another pooped himself. I never found any poop anywhere else, but it was all over him. So I carried him outside and he pottied normally. He walked normally. I cleaned him up, and realized that now my husband’s ankle is the size of a tennis ball.
I finally convince him that Nigel the dachshund is okay, he just got scared, so we need to go to the Emergency Room. As the tennis ball swelled to baseball size and turned a purplish red, he finally agreed.
We left the strombolis uneaten, the gifts unopened, the cake uncut and headed to our local ER. Two or three hours later, xrays, a splint, a walking cane and a broken ankle were fodder for our memories of my husband’s 36th birthday.
And now my husband has the best quote ever: “I tripped over my wiener and broke my ankle.”
Happy Birthday Honey.