The Slip and Fall

I was bringing Joe's friend, Colton Nichols, home from baseball on an otherwise clear night when rain came down from nowhere... rain, flip flops and a slippery garage floor do NOT mix. I slipped in his garage and caught myself with my right hand... next thing I knew my wrist was crushed and my hand was dangling around like a little skeleton toy. Luckily I was able to hold my composure and drive to the ER with Ceci and Joe. It was definitely a bad break, and I had a plate and nine screws put in a few days after the fall. YIKES!!! Just glad it wasn't my skull!