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1999 august 17brokenso yesterday i was all full of myself over being viciously assaulted by a board full of nails and coming out of it with no tears and one tetanus shot. of course, gloating over surviving a death defying injury only lasts so long when you have but one person to gloat to, and though poor gene was pretty good about playing his part, i needed a bigger audience. i called my sister. god forbid i should have my moment in the sun, my glorious burst across the finish line, my crowd of adoring fans. oh no! she of course had to go me one better. she broke her leg. being in med school, she is no longer allowed to say she broke her leg, so what she actually did was fracture her tibia. and she didn't do it all by herself, a horse did it--kicked back and caught her leg as it was astride a completely different horse. did a good job of it too, a nice gash and a clean break, straight through with no displacement. she didn't cry either; we're tough women in this family.
allow me to introduce my new favorite candy cookie thing ever: loacker tortina. two crispy wafers sandwiching a rich hazelnut chocolate creme, all covered in the creamiest milk chocolate imaginable. it can dry the weepiest tears, cure the vilest evils, stop the rumbliest tummy from rumbling. excuse me while i go back to the german deli and get some more. still feeling a little of that old sibling rivalry, claire
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