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Ouch.
So, this past weekend I'm on a guy's trip at the beach with a bunch of highschool friends, drinking heavily, playing cards, etc. So around 9:00, while shivering around a classic Oregon beach bonfire, my phone rings. Mrs. Ramone on the line, and starts out with "now, don't even think about driving home right now." Good advice, to be sure, but nothing good could be following this. Seems 2 1/2 year old Sandra Day Ramone had broken her tibia. Lovely. So I switch to water, get up early, and cut the trip short (which got me out of cleaning the house, so not all bad).
After a fair amount of time at the doc's yesterday, she's looking splendid in a foot-to-thigh purple cast. Loads of fun, I can assure you. It's sort of like having a much larger and more demanding infant. Poor kid. And poor mom.
Oh, and we fly to Disneyland in a few days. Good. Times.
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Drinking gin from a jam jar.
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