I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

...at Beaumont Hospital, that is.

How did I get here? Well, I ran out to the chiropractor and to CVS today. At about 5:15, Joey called me. Here's how that conversation went:

"Hi, Honey."

"Hey, babe. Are you still in the area?"

"Yeah. I'm at CVS. Do you need me to pick something up?"

"Um, I need you to pick me up. At work."

"Why? What happened?"

"I sort of fell down the stairs and jacked my ankle up."

"Oh my God! Are you ok? Are you serious? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm ok. Security is with me. And I'll probably need an X-Ray."

"Be right there!"

And with that, I was off to pick up Joe. Alex decided that would be the PERFECT time to throw the temper tantrum of all temper tantrums. Seriously he was crying so hard there were times he wasn't actually breathing. Lucky me. Stress City.

I picked up Joe, dropped Alex off with our amazing neighbors (Thank you, Dave and Sue!) and now here I sit, blogging from the waiting room at Troy Beaumont whilst my graceful husband sits in X-Ray.

He was walking down stairs. Seriously.

In other news, the kid next to me is pure entertainment. He's 13 going on 40 and fell off his bike. Actually, his version of it was a bit more entertaining:

"I was, like, riding my bike and my stupid shoe got caught in the spokes. I was going home from a friend's house, you know. Anyway, I fell and my leg squashed my nads and that hurt real bad. But after I recovered from that I realized I couldn't feel my arm."

For his future wife's sake, I hope his nads heal nicely.

For my sake, I hope Joe's ankle heals ASAP.

Walking. Down. Stairs.