My husband and I started dating the summer of 1997 when I was home from college. To say it was a HOT summer would be an understatement. One night as we were walking to the car for him to drive me home (mom & dad's), I stumbled on the broken pavement and broke my foot. Being the trooper that I am, I told him that I was ok and limped to the car. I propped my foot the entire way and refused help to the door. Once I reached the door, I turned to future hubby and waved him goodbye with a smile. Then I promptly opened the door and yelled MOM!!!
The next morning, I got out of bed only to fall to the floor. My foot was broken. I would be confined to a boot cast for 8 weeks and crutches for 2 weeks.
So as you can imagine this boot was around for the beginning of our courtship. There was many a make out sessions where the boot was either removed or always in the way. This boot got more than an eye full.
Fast forward to present day, Hubby's mom fell off a ladder while triming the hedges at her home. Luckily, she had her cell phone sitting in the grass and was able to call for help. So my hubby, her son ran to her rescue. She was lying in the yard and hubby carried her to the car and off to the ER they went. What they thought was a broken foot turned out to be a couple of badly broken toes and guess what she gets to wear ........
THE BOOT & SHE IS BORROWING MINE!
If this boot could talk, what a tale it would tell.
