sexy kankle.

i thought i could run it off...

but it turns out the pop i heard {the one that was loud enough to hear over the sound of eminem singing in my ears} was my body's way of announcing its 24 hour plan to swell twice its normal size.

see what i get for thinking running is awesome?

now.  i don't claim to have amazing legs.  i have i'm-not-a-runner legs.  but i do claim to have decent ankles.  rather, ankle.  singular.

bless the sweet heart of the 7 year-old girl on her pink and purple bike who, completely unaware of her surroundings, cut me off on the running trail and then decided to come to a sudden stop {twice} in the middle of the trail while i ran behind her.  bless her and bless her parents for failing to teach her not to dilly dally in public places.  share the road, little girl!

and bless my sweet heart for trying to make an obvious statement/express my irritation/teach that girl a lesson by exaggerating my step as i skirted around her... to then twist/sprain/wiggity-whack something in my ankle... only to not prove my point of "i'm running... i'm on a roll... get out of my way why donchyaknow?" because the noise heard round the neighborhood put a swift stop to that roll i was on.

bugger.

in other news, we had a sunday night nail painting party.

it was a special edition... with glitter!