This post is dedicated to this guy:
my helmet.
What do you get when you cross a huge black dog and a sassy girl on her candy-apple-red scooter?
A trip to the hospital.
The scooter is okay, the dog is okay (unfortunately), and I am okay, thanks to my helmet.
I told Baldo I was trying to fill my yearly trip-to-the-ER quota.
He didn't laugh at my joke.
7 comments:
LB,
Your injuries look fierce but you look fiercer. You are a tough one and I'm glad you lived to tell the tale. I couldn't live without my sister wife.
Oh my goodness!!! I am so glad you are okay!!!
Give that helmet a hug for me!
Hey!!! Glad to hear you guys are Kickin' it Cool style in Guam!!! But why are you in guam?? We heard nothing of this... explain.
LAUREN!!!!
I agree with Bekka. Super fierce.
Where's the blood and gore photos? joking, joking...glad you are okay and the meds are managing all your pains nicely!
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