I couldn't wear the shirt all day though, because after dinner we had to get into costume.
And here we are, as Fred and Wilma Flintsone.
We had a lot of fun at the party and while we didn't win the contest, everyone loved our costumes. I got to meet Matt's boss and coworkers and I'm happy that he works with such nice people. They also must be sympathetic because they were all very concerned about his broken toe.
After his fall down the stairs last weekend, he went to the doctor and it turns out his toe really was fractured. There's not much you can do for a broken toe but I was running to CVS for some first aid supplies later that night and I asked him if he needed anything else.
"Could you ask the pharmacist if they sell something for the foot called a bunion splint?"
A bunion splint? In the wise words of Meatloaf, I will do anything for love, but I won't do that.
Matt works in the city and has to walk to and from the train station each day, and wears a suit and tie and dress shoes that have absolutely zero comfort level at all. I felt terrible for him and the poor guy was limping in pain, but he turned down my suggestion to wear sneakers with his business suit for the commute and God helps those who help themselves.
He did, however, request a gallon of whole milk for some extra calcium to speed along the healing process.
I mentioned in my last post but last week was not my favorite. I woke up this morning optimistic for a fresh new week. Unfortunately it didn't start off that great, and when I got to the third office/meeting of the day, I locked my keys in my car.
I've never done that before and I don't even know how it happened but I did tear up a little right there in the parking lot. All I had with my was my phone and my lunch box, so I sat on the curb next to my car and ate my salad among the litter and cigarette butts and chuckled to myself because if you don't laugh you'll cry, and I was getting dangerously close to the latter.
(I keep scissors in my lunchbox because I don't like to rip things open!)
As I waited to the locksmith, I tried to think of the positives. I had something to eat. I had my phone to call roadside assistance. I have a car that works, though lately it's been lurching forward a bit and when starting from a dead stop, feels sort of like a go-kart. It's fine once I get going, but 0-25 mph is a rough stretch.
All things considered, it could definitely be worse.
I mean, we could have a Flintmobile.
And with Matt's toe, we would get nowhere fast.