So, I managed to break my foot. It's a lovely spiral fracture with a 50 percent displacement (and, yeah, that's a link to the X-ray). Since I'm a runner and habitually wear 5-inch heels, surgery seemed to be the best option. Thus, I'm relegated to crutches and a big-ass (notice the compound modifier) cast for the next 6 weeks. (Not big ass-cast, thank you very much).
I post this to explain why my blog entries have been a bit sparse over the past few weeks ... and to give you the heads up that there will likely be some crutchy posts over the next several weeks. For example, I've already discovered that the hop-in height of a Jeep Wrangler isn't unmanageable thanks to a well-placed oh-sh** handle, and a Mini Cooper does fit crutches in the back seat ... barely.
Pictures to follow, I'm sure.
In the meantime, if anyone has anecdotes, tips or funny stories on dealing with crutches ... I'd love to hear them in the comment section below! CrutchGirl needs some cheering up ...