it's what I'm suppose to do: three ways to have fun

Well not much has been going on here (literally). I was ordered to stay off my feet for 2 days. And limit what I do for two weeks. Ya right!

But what I can say is that I had dinner made for me 2x's! I have to be honest. It almost brought a tear to my eye. In all my life I've never had that done. Okay well since I turned 17. Oh wait. I did have food served to me at the hospitals I stayed at the two times I had my kids. So I'm a lier.

I was prescribed pain killers and a medication for inflammation/swelling. Well let me tell you. I didn't need any of it. I didn't even get a bruise! Lame! Dr. Johnson bet me I would have one least to my calf and that it would be as black as night. Well I can honestly say that I bruised worse when Estefan hit me with a remote, when he was 6 months old. Seriously I wanted a good shiner:(

I'm slightly sore and limp. To me a knife wound means instant cellulite! I mean my leg couldn't have had little dimples in it before. Or maybe I never looked that closely at it. Or maybe it's not dimply at all? The Dr. said that muscle can't mend it self once it's been cut through. So I guess a little sagging is to be expected?

Found a SUPER old bathing suit that was the size of my hand-then it stretched out to fit my 4T wearing little girl. Sure it had one small side effect, but I couldn't resist the shiny like material!

Before this happened I went swimming and swimming. It was fun! I had fun! We had fun! Here's some pictures to show what fun we had.