CANKLES: An obese or otherwise swollen ankle that blends into the calf without clear demarcation.

Thursday Night Me and the Boys: I'm super happy. I'm on cloud 9. The kids are super duper happy. We jumped around playing with balloons for an hour after their bedtime. My EMT class had just gotten OVER!! That's it. No more. Well, except for the fact that I have to take the State Test now, but that should go ok. Braxton said, "Now you can stay home with me forever?!" The boys got so sick of me leaving. Poor Mason would stand at the window and cry sometimes when I had to go. Thus our excitement of me finishing!!
Thursday Night Preston: A double header in Milford. He got home after 10:00. He told me he messed up his ankle. I rolled my eyes and said, "Oh. Did you fall again?" I didn't have any sympathy for him. But people, you have to understand-Preston is clumsy. He has very bad ankles and he falls a lot. Kind of like an old person or a toddler may fall a lot. The first time I saw him fall for no apparent reason was when we were dating. My apartment had a little tiny inch high piece of cement he had such a hard time stepping over. He also got beat up on his Mission because he couldn't clear a flower bed. I love him dearly, but he really does fall a lot. Plus he was kind of sucking the excitement out of me finishing my class. So I went to bed and he stayed up to watch a Jazz game or Sports Center or something.
The next morning he's getting ready for work at 5:30 am. I open my eyes and see him hobbling around and I have to lay there and listen to him grunt as he's putting his boots on. I had a little sliver of sympathy. I told him to take some Tylenol.
He had a long work day and didn't get home until after 5:00. Now he has a Scout Camp to get ready for. Which by the way, I usually help him prepare for, but I didn't want to treat him like a baby, so I didn't even pack his bag. He takes his boots off and.....I pretty much feel like the biggest jerk wife in the world.
He still went to Scout Camp against my wishes, so again, that lessens the sympathy level I have for him.



He really doesn't have cankles normaly, he actually has very little chicken legs. I'm very sorry Preston. Next time (I hope there's not a next time) I will feel sorry for you and get you some ice cream and brownies. Today I helped him wrap his ankle with ice packs, and I haven't even asked him to clean out the shed, not even once. Progress.

I think he's more annoyed about his ankle than anything. He is in 2 softball leagues right now. But he assures me he will still be able to play, maybe not this week, but most likely next.

I love you babe, and I am sorry you fell down and hurt your ankle.