you see, yesterday was purim (the jewish holiday involving costumes--for all you gentiles out there). being the very, very nice jewish girl that i am, i had volunteered to help decorate the synagogue's social hall for the night's festivities.
just when the place was really starting to look fabulous--ugh, a word that can be added to the list of people/places/things that "sex and the city" has successfully spoiled, at least for those of us not aspiring to be carrie bradshaw--but i digress (did i mention i have a.d.d.?)...
so things were looking swell and in the home stretch when in the midst of embellishing a wall adornment i fell off a (tall) ladder, bruising my tail bone, spraining my wrist and fracturing my elbow.
i'm not trying to over-dramatize; i realize this ranks fairly low on the horrific scale as far as injuries go. but this is the first time i've ever fractured anything (besides a toe). i was a broken bone virgin, now that cherry's been popped.
i did manage to rally and make it to a portion of purim that night. i went as a purim queen (*photos coming soon*) and won second place in the costume contest (first prize went to jesus--'cause that joke never gets old).
sometimes i kind of like being bedridden.
been catching up with these folks:
and w/this wholesome crowd:
it does suck a wee bit that a lawsuit is pretty much out of the question. i mean, who would i sue--our synagogue? god? he/she/it should know better than anyone that i could really use a fat settlement right about now.
