So the past week has been a little trickier than normal. After having an idiotic falk in the bathroom I found out I broke my wrist.
No worries, 6 weeks in a cast and nurse Phineas making sure I don’t over do it.
For those who never broke a bone, I recommend to never ever do! Everything takes twice as long to do and the simplest tasks cause a little to alot of pain. It’s been a week, so the pain level is reduced. Trying fo get stuff done is still very frustrating. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Our latest adventure was visiting my 99-3/4 old grandma, my cousin and her little guy.
We spent most of the day at the house; in the living room to be precise. The little dude loves dogs, so Phineas was present as well. Phineas had his leash on so I could try to control him a little better. Not surprisingly, his new little human friend loved the leash too. At one point they both were down the hall. Next thing you know, they are zooming down the hall with Phineas in the lead and his buddy hanging on to the leash. 🙈 We tried to slow them down and have the youngin’ drop the leash. Well, that didn’t happen. Phineas ended up going around the coffee table and BAM! the leash knocked of a large, breakable, hopefully not a cherished family heirloom off the table. Of course it broke, but no one was hurt.
So, lately I’m wondering what is next…
On a high note, Phin was exhausted and slept the whole night through.