I spent all of yesterday in the hospital bed eating frozen yogurt and watching tv with Jesse while mom worked.
Babysitting, well I mean I just figured it was some sibling bonding time.
He's in kindergarten now and mom left him with me after she picked him up.
Heading down the stairs, I smiled at the guard who gave me a small smile but seemed watchful of whether I'd make it down the steps all the way.
My stupid ankle is still healing.
Ridiculous.
Making my way to the living room, I sat on the couch and sighed at the fact that I am the only i***t who is known to survive a barracuda attack from that lake.
Apparently, seven people have died from falling in or swimming and then being bit and bleeding out.
Fascinating s**t.
Pulling my hair back, I rubbed my neck and the doorbell rang.
