I've been dying to go on a little road trip for about a month now. When I found this vintage travel bag, I made up my mind that we had to go somewhere in the next few weeks (after a couple family weddings and other things that are coming up).
And then this morning at a family party, I kicked off my shoes to join in on a kickball game at the park. When I ran past first base, my ankle rolled and I heard a really loud crack as I fell down. Diagnosis after hours at urgent care: broken fibula. My first broken bone in 25 years.
Lame. Now I'm stuck on the couch in a splint until I can see an orthopedic specialist.
Looks like I'm not going anywhere for awhile.