A short story – Once upon a time I tripped over a juice glass and fell down the steps. My foot changed colors and I drove myself to the doctor for an x-ray with the injured foot slung across the passenger seat and my left foot working the brake and gas pedals. I hobbled in and waited my turn. When the nurse came to do my paperwork she asked me how I hurt my foot. I was uncomfortable and embarrassed but all that came out of my mouth was teen anger. “My brother left a juice glass on the steps so I would break my foot.”

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  1. Aaah, but that wasn’t me… That was Jason, who blew up the firework in his hand while I was innocently skateboarding in the middle of the street.

    I did plant that telephone pole with the ground wire so you could practice for the circus. 🙂

  2. Well of course he did!! Any girl with brothers KNOWS that they leave things around the house just to either try to kill their sisters or disable them permenantly.

  3. You got in big trouble when the fire department had to come so you must not have been totally innocent. I’ll have to tell the ground wire story next weekend.

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