girl with flowers and a black guy.
The guy looked at Nate and the girl and asked if it was Mother's Day or something. The girl said she was buying the flowers for a friends birthday then said that Nate was buying them because he was probably in trouble. Then the guy said to Nate "She's right isn't she, you're in trouble. You didn't come home last night did you?"
I am officially in the top "100 World's Least Graceful People." On Tuesday I was at work, walking down the hallway and I turned a corner and started slipping. It was all in slow motion because I was thinking to myself "Don't put your arm down to catch yourself or you'll get hurt." I obviously listen to myself as well as I listen to my mother as I have spent the last two days high on drugs. Yes, I put my arm out and yes, I did land on it and hurt myself. It's so embarrassing because everyone asks what I tripped on and I have to say "nothing." I was trying to come up with a really good reason; "I saved a baby from a runaway horse" or "I was hit by a train" but for some reason, I don't think anyone would believe me.
I called Nate when it happened and he told me to stop being a baby. Apparently I get a little dramatic at home when I smash my elbow on the frig or stub my toe on the bedpost and say that they're broken. So, he didn't believe that I was really hurt. The x-rays don't show that anything is broken but my elbow doesn't look like an elbow, it looks like a knee. I go back to the doctor tomorrow to see if there is any soft tissue damage. Nate's a good little nurse, he wraps my arm and gives my sponge baths (just kidding) but he's been so good to me, I need to get hurt more often.