I am half way through week three of the broken ankle saga. My dog and I hung out together again today. I have not left the house in three days. I really hate this. Thank goodness my husband is taking pity on me and taking me out for dinner. I made reservations at a very nice restaurant. Heck I deserve it, having watched more television in three and a half weeks than in my entire life. At least it was premiere week of network television shows. There are some small miracles.
Besides turning my brain to mush with endless hours of watching television I also started reading a book about an author's unconventional childhood. I love this book, very funny. It does bring up memories of my childhood. Of course this book does not have infidelity and countless lies which always come out in the end my parents brought to my life. So many layers, like a fine week old onion, including the smell.
My life starts with....I was born in a small town to Marcy and Tim. Tim would not be the dad that raised me. Their marriage disintegrated long before I was born but they still managed to keep it going to have another child a couple of years later. The second child is the blessing in my life today. She has become my best friend and savior on many occasions. Especially with this broken ankle crap.
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