Anyways, we were playing a game similar to baseball and Duane came around to third base, which I was guarding, and bowled right into me. At the time I figured I was just muddied and bruised, and possibly messed up my wrist. Don't you love how your body doesn't tell you you're injured until the next morning?
So I woke up and had trouble moving, skipped church and played Sims 2 while listening the the wicked awesome Ravi Zacharias via intarwebz (www.rzim.org), and moving at the speed of a tractor.
Anyways, I did manage to squeeze in some good pictures between injuries and teen activities. There aren't many, but still, enjoy.
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