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Is that pepto bismal in your hand, or are you just happy to see me? So. My best friend was play fighting with her guy friend, and he slammed his knee into her closed fist. Turns out she fractured a bone in her hand, cracked one knuckle in half, completely shattered another one into oblivion, and broke the rest. She's going to have to have reconstructive surgery sometime this next week. First of all, ouch. Second of all, just how fragile do her bones have to be to break like that?! She also informed me before she went and had her hand casted that we are going on a road trip to glacier national park next summer, for a best friends/girls only/no parents week. That is going to be a total blast. There is so much room for mischief I can barely stand it. This has the potential to be the be all/end all of awesome trips. I am psyched. This week has been hellish. I have had the most rotten stomach bug ever. Nausea every second. Blech. Just when I'm too broke to buy any stomach settling stuff. I feel really gross. I've got a date Sunday with my guy. Things are going pretty good with him. He has mellowed out considerably. I'm not sure I can make it though, with the previously mentioned stomach bug from hell. Well, I have absolutely nothing to write about, so I'll quit now. |