Hi Don,

Well, at least I didn't need the parameds. That poor guy at the gas station with his innocent look, curiously asking me if I was alright was funny when he said, "are you sure?" I said everything is fine, except my pride. LOL

It has been a strange week and I'd really love it if you stopped calling my foot, "the hoof." I can't help it if I have a stress fracture and I am so glad not to have a branding iron look on my forehead after that incident at Target. It's all their fault you know. I bent over to pick up a baseball bat they had on the bottom of the display and I didn't see that little white post coming out at the top and darn, I hit it at full force. I'm really blessed you know. It could have been much worse.

And as for falling out of the car, if you knew what you were doing at the gas pump it wouldn't have ever happened. I was in such a rush to get out of the car that my left foot got caught on my purse strap and I took one step out of the car and the weight on my purse on my left foot sent me down face forward in a heartbeat. Believe me when I say my legs all the way to my buns, are still hurting. Now if could just find some really good looking Fabio type to give me a full body massage, I'd work on falling out of cars far more often.

Ah well, all in a day. We all need a good laugh and if it arrives due to me, all the better!

Petra

(Don't tell Don that I'll be pulling a practical joke on him, this time next month, when it's his birthday.)