I sprained my ankle on Friday. That’s not the funny part.
Ask me how I sprained it.
(How did you sprain your ankle, Kim?)
I sprained it while “dancing” (I use the word dancing lightly) to The Real Slim Shady. “May I have your attention please? May I have your attention please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?”
Kim crashes to the ground. Hard.
And, there were witnesses.
I knew I twisted it pretty bad. But, it was also pretty hilarious and I didn’t want to be a baby. So, I laughed and tried walking it off. Then, I tried painting it off at my friend Shelly’s house that evening.
At 11 p.m. on Friday night, I had a sneaking suspicion that I soon would not be able to walk on it. But, I iced it and wrapped it (at Dr. Husband’s suggestion). That seemed to be just the ticket.
The moral of the story: I am not the real Slim Shady.
(And, in case you are wondering why I was dancing to The Real Slim Shady, it’s a simple explanation. We were trying to decide on my theme song. Duh!)
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