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It Only Takes One Trip

I have a longer post to write, although it may not be until Monday.

I don't want to alarm anyone who may actually know me but for the first time in my 30 years I have broken a bone.

Nothing exciting, just slipped and fell outside the Family Mart and cracked my foot.

What we thought was a sprain turned out to be a break and now, half cast and all, I'm the hob-along-teacher, bossing children all over the place to carry my books and get me water.

If I knew the royal treatment I would get, I would have broken my foot months ago.

Mother Ship and family posse - never fear. Will talk to you tomorrow.

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Anonymous said…
Hey Abby - just got up at about 5.30 a.m. local and hat should I see but photos - which reminded me to look at your blog that I haven't read in ages. My how philosophical we are getting with all the travels. Great to read the day to day travails of the traveller. Look forward to seeing you guys soon.
6:12 a.m.
Anonymous said…
too bad it isn't a hard cast or we could paint it funky colours... glad you're ok...
8:55 p.m.
Anonymous said…
WITH PUFFY PAINT. Let me know how the doctor visit goes...hope the movie went well...will I see you Wed??
10:44 p.m.
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