26 July 2007

Insult to Injury

And then--listen to this--while I'm marooned on the couch upstairs with my foot in a bowl of ice (lovingly prepared by MF), MF walks downstairs and starts giggling. I should preface the punchline by saying that the whole house fan is on, and that his butt seems to have ruptured. He says, "you're welcome," leaving me just enough time to wonder why he wanted a second thank you for the ice, before adding, "You're right in its path, hahahahaha."

All this while I'm trying to study for another damn test!

On another note, my foot is so severely injured that I most certainly won't be able to play kickball at his company picnic this weekend. What a shame.


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