Tonight, Sid, Stacey and I celebrated Scott's birthday at Trulucks by stuffing our faces with sinfully scrumptious wedge salads, delicious seafood creations, and lip-smacking desserts, all while our ears soaked in the dreadful renditions of a Billy Joel wannabe on the piano. Ahhh...I love Southlake, I love seafood, and I love good friends.
On our way out for the evening, I suffered a terrible, graceless, head-first fall down our stairs. Luckily I caught myself after four or five stairs, but I was horrified. I didn't realize until climbing into bed that my ankle has morphed into a cankle, thanks to the swelling. Beautiful.
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