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Saturday, July 05, 2003  

So - what stinks?

When you forget about toddlers and their itty bitty toys that lurk in doorways and step on one and go crashing to the cement porch floor as your ankle twists - and it’s such a long way down - and such a hard landing - you put out your hands to stop yourself and feel your wrist scream and there goes your spinning weekend.

I’ll be back when I am better.

posted by Bess | 8:18 AM
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