Harrod's Earl Grey in a black mug with WICKED written in giant silver letters and a little green witch flying on a broom silouhette on it (I got it from the theatre in London as one of my Wicked souvenirs...yes, there were more than one souvenirs from Wicked).
**This photo has been added belatedly because I forgot the photo rule, but it is a random photo of the theatre in London where I got the mug**
I went skating on Sunday. It was great. Except I fell. There was a gouge in the ice and my skate caught in it, and there was just no recovering so I found myself on my face on the ice. I knew I had a sore hip coming. In the morning, I woke up and had a sore wrist on top of the sore hip.
Then I took Ives out for her morning walk and slipped on some ice and landed full on my wrist. Right on, eh? Two falls in two days. So needless to say I'm 99% certain my wrist is sprained, and 1% certain (in my imagination) that I have a broken wrist (but this imagined story goes along with a good old Grey's Anatomy adventure...).
In other news, 25 hasn't been so bad, I got new ski's today, and went skiing with Amanda which was a lot of fun. I <3>
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