Well! Our summer fun has come to a CRASHING halt, what with Susie's case of swimmer's ear and Brian's sprained ankle. What really bugs me is that I PAID GOOD MONEY for swimming lessons for Susie this year, just so she could swim in the deep end with everyone else without my having to worry (much). That great idea really came back to bite me, didn't it?
What's that? How did Brian sprain his ankle? Gosh, wouldn't it be nice to know? Unfortunately, that will always remain a mystery. Apparently, he woke up in his sleeping bag at the Boy Scout camp-out this past Sunday morning and couldn't put any weight on his foot. We don't know if he was sleepwalking (he's done that a few times over the years, and let's just not think about the scenario of his wandering into the woods at night in the mountains of West Virginia) or if he slept on it funny, or what. The upshot is, he gets to hobble around on David's old crutches whilst enjoying just a little too much the privilege of being waited on.
Golly, I miss band camp. Those were the good old days, weren't they?