Here's the summary:
Saturday I went running while Brandon was at work and I locked myself out. I thought I could just slide the window open from the outside and climb in, but our windows are thin and old so when I pushed on it the glass broke and fell on my hands and gashed my wrist pretty good. I ran to my neighbors and banged on her door and she took me to the ER and Brandon met us over there. I've never seen someone look so pale. He had to step outside so he didn't vomit, which really isn't like him. We both survived the experience and now I will have a scar that looks like I want suicide attention, but really I just did something stupid.
4 comments:
so i'm guessing you weren't able to go to park city? broken glass is pretty scary i can't imagine going through a window though! so if brandon got woosey over stitches what's he gonna do in the delivery room??? hope everything's ok
Becca! Okay. What do we learn from this?
Running is bad.
(Hope you're okay...)
Looks to me like you finally deserve to wear that Ranch shirt.
Now you can start setting some new fashion statements- bring sweatbands back in, or wear big bulky bracelets.
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