Tuesday, July 29, 2008

One-handed Typing

You know, I've always hated that rule about no running in the house. I always said that if you can't run around and yell in the house, what are you doing?

So there I was playing tag (in flip flops) with Max, yes, in the house, and I slid and fell from the house down a step into our tile courtyard. I'm so not the type to break a bone--hate skiing, not into steep places--but here I am, typing with one hand. Fracture on the elbow. And, for good measure, some stitches in my head and a big black eye.

Still, I wonder: can't we jog in the house?


The Buzz said...

it's the shoes!!

Serena said...

Hey, good to hear from you! Yeah, I agree. It's a hard habit to break, cause I live in year-round flip flop weather.