And time for more of my amazing artwork!
Well you could at least pretend to be enthused.
Wayyyyyy back in the ice age (when I was a kid) I dislocated some of my ribs in a tragic camping backpack incident that is really an unfunny story. So I ended up eventually taking my sorry @$$ to a chiropractor who dropped an F-bomb (HILARIOUS!) about the state of my back, and then booked me in several times a week for treatment.
One day I went in for the last time. She gave me one final adjustment, took my money, and we both celebrated the fact that my bones were finally back where they should be after two years of being out of place.
I was SO HAPPY in fact, that when I got home I told Brother that I would take him out to NYFries for a veggie supreme.
The closest NYFries was the next town over, but that didn't really matter for Brother and I because we were quite used to having to get ourselves places. The only tiny set back was that Brother's bike (we had decided on biking...keep up with me here) had recently been stolen.
At the time I was taller than Brother, so I lent him my bike and I borrowed mom's.
Oh shush, she never used it anyway.
So we hopped on our bikes and traveled to our delicious destination.
|This is me riding mom's bike.|
|This is Brother riding MY bike.|
It really was purple.
When Brother and I would bike together, we had certain habits that would increase our likelihood of surviving said outing.
Like when we biked down hills, we would go almost single file, just in case you had to swerve quickly...you wouldn't have to worry about running in to the other person.
There is a big hill right before the NYFries.
Down we went - me first - him behind - and I was sooooo fast! Green light? Hells yeah! And another one coming up! Fantastic!
As I whipped through the first light (yes I looked, I had bad(no) brakes, so I looked like a fiend for danger) and made my way to the second, the universe decided it wanted a laugh at my expense.
Brother was almost hit by a car, and therefore was too busy swerving to save his own skin to see what happened next.
I went through the next lights (after looking!) and was promptly hit by a car.
|After making this picture I realized that the actual impact was on the opposite side...*shrug*|
Those lovely POP!s that you see in the above picture would be my shoulder dislocating and 5 ribs dislocating as well.
My ribs were not even in for a full hour.
And we didn't get any NYFries.
Oh yeah, and I totalled my mom's bike.
|Shake'n'Bake decided to draw a picture of her uncle as well.|
Brother...her advice is that you don't eat the bug.