I told you about the good part of my Saturday yesterday – now for the not so great.
Yep, I broke my foot. Fifty-nine years old and this it the first bone I’ve broken. Nick and I were opening the pool and with my natural grace and ninja like moves I managed to catch my foot in part of the plastic cover and trying not to fall I guess all my weight went on the side of my foot and I broke a little bone.
I can’t decide my favorite thing about the boot – it’s beautiful fashion statement, it’s over all comfort or the way it keep my foot and lower leg simmering at about 200 degrees? I'll probably have about six weeks to decide.