Friday was not only the 4th, it was my daughter's birthday. We went to the Family Fun Center and had fun bouncing on all their big inflatable toys.
I did not bounce, but I observed while others bounced.
After about a half hour (we had a full hour, but really, who can jump around for a full hour?) we went over to the arcade area and I played skee ball, which is one of my favorites, and then I made a mistake. A tragic mistake. A crucial mistake. A mistake I am paying for at this very moment, more than 48 hours later.
I challenged my husband to Dance, Dance Revolution.
I trounced him the first round. I mean, by a couple of tens of thousands, that's how much I trounced him. But then there were two more rounds, and I realized something.
Persons who have to be nice to their feet and who have had bones in said feet go out of alignment on a regular basis should not play Dance, Dance Revolution, even when they are trouncing their husbands by tens of thousands.
I threw the last two rounds and then it was time to go home, and I did indeed throw the bones in my right foot out of alignment and can barely walk.
And all this happened on a holiday weekend, and my chiropractor has been out of his office, and even though he has an emergency number to call, he hasn't returned my message.
So I'm lame until tomorrow morning at which time I'm showing up at his door without an appointment.
I'm such a rebel.
But I do have to say, it was really fun to trounce my husband by tens of thousands of points.
And no, I didn't get a picture of us playing. That would just be . . . sad.