And Down Goes Frazier

I was going to blog today about how last week was a no-good, terrible, awful week, full of very bad things. It rained too much and my dining hall roof leaked, it was "Dad's week" and so at any given time, I had 10-20 Dads trying to give me money, none of whom have exact change. We had to go back to using real trays, which meant I was in the dish pit all day. I had to work both Friday, technically a day off since school was closed, and Saturday, all day for a catering. But it ended on a high note, because my husband came home for the weekend and took me out to dinner for our 5-year anniversary. And my catering job went really well and I was happy with the work I did there.
But I'm sitting here blogging in a splint, because instead of having the bad week end, I decided to fall down the stairs today and break my ankle.

Yeah, I got nothin'.