JUL 15/10 12:02 PM (FOR JUL 14/10)

I made a beer run for my father and decided to walk to the beer store. I took a taxi home and couldn't bend my knee enough to get in. I did a balet type, oops, er ah, I mean a Bruce Lee type move and stuck my leg straight across the floor, sitting at about a forty five degree angle. It was a very painful drive home. My father paid for twelve Faxe beer and I joyfully started sipping away after I got back home. I got poopeyed but only drank six of them. The dog got her three walks and was happy. My father was happy. I was happy.