...there was a girl. She was an ambitious girl, who hated hearing she couldn't do something. Being told she can't do something is almost a dare to her (as her many friends can attest to), and some of the times, she ends up in quite the pickle.
This ambitious girl loved softball, and decided that after a 5 year hiatus, that the adult coed league was going to be a perfect and fun and safe activity for her 30 something ass. She tagged up on 2nd after an infield fly ball, and...well...never made it to third.
She tore her ACL. In half. She's a dumbass. So she had surgery. She's still attempting to recover by going to physical therapy 3 times a week and crying. She realizes that she is not 20 anymore. Her husband takes much delight in this, as it is what he has been trying to tell her the entire softball season.
The same month, her realtor asked her if she wanted to sell her house for a lot more money than she paid for it. The idea of being out of debt was really appealing to the girl, so she also agreed to that. Her house was on the market for 4 hours before it had multiple offers. The girl, she lives in a crazy part of the country with a crazy real estate market. The buyers waived all inspections and wanted to close fast. The girl found a new house to live in (a rental), and helped her husband pack and move a 5 bedroom house, 2 kids, and 2 dogs. 2 weeks after having her ACL replaced with a zombie's.
She also threw a birthday party for her 6 year old son and entertained out of town friends during this span of 4 weeks.
What a crazy fairytale!! Oh wait. It isn't. In our house, we just called it "August." :)
This girl is tired, and looking forward to a much more peaceful and quiet September. And maybe not walking with a limp.
