Summer Stories - Volume 3: I Didn't Fall Off A Porch! I Was Attacked By Vicious Squirrels In The Forest!

I've mentioned that I was clumsy before, right?
I mean, http://confessionsofelle112.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-chairs-jump-out-at-you-too.html, click here.
I've been writing about it since I started this blog.
Anyway, I think that this is actually a lesson in the choices you make directly affecting your life.
So I was over my friend Hannah's house. I don't think I've told any of my crazy friend Hannah from Hamilton stories on this blog yet. Just you wait. I will.
Anywho, I was over Hannah's house, and she was at soccer practice, so her older sister Rachel and I decide to walk to Crosby's (a food supplier store.) and get cookie dough and ice cream, because that is what girls eat at sleepovers. I don't know why. I think we just have a psychological need to stuff our faces.
So we're leaving the house, and I decided NOT TO PUT ON MY HIGH TOP CONVERSE THAT PROBABLY WOULD HAVE PREVENTED THIS TRAGEDY! Instead, I wore a pair of Hannah's flip flops, and she's a shoe size bigger than mine.
Here's where the tragedy occurs.
Hannah lives in this huge farmhouse that has about forty rooms and is all around amazing, but the porch is really tall, and I'm really... not tall.
And I'm not coordinated.
So I step off the porch, but because I'm nearsighted and I never wear my glasses, I misjudged where the ground would be.
And THOSE STUPID SHOES!
So I land on the ground and my right ankle rolls and makes a horrible cracking noise that really shouldn't be associated with bodily parts seeing as it was really sickening and then I was in the dirt. I honestly think I blacked out for a second, it hurt so badly.
Then Hannah's two dogs, Megan and Molly, decided that then would be a good time to attack me with their tongues. I was just lying on the ground with two dogs licking me all over and my ankle starting to swell up when Rachel turns around. I really think that she panicked and didn't know what to do, so she starts telling me the story of how she fell a few days ago and hit a bird bath while I'm on the ground clutching my ankle being attacked by dogs tongues.
Finally she asked if I was OK, and I said that I thought I was, but my ankle just hurt a little. So I decided to go to Crosby's with her. It was about three miles to Crosby's, and I walked all the way there and all the way back.
That is six miles, my friends, for those of you who are horrible at math, like me.
Yes, I walked six miles with a sprained ankle.
Not the brightest idea I've ever had.
Yeah.
You know, that is probably why it's still sprained badly.
I'm a genius.
So, squirrels or no squirrels, I sprained my ankle and I have two work in a camp in the woods for two weeks where there are roots just waiting to trip me.
I, personally, can't wait.
Happy Belated Fourth of July.
~Elle