H the Unhealthy

But first: Tell me this Muppet colors bonnet doesn't look like someone plucked Big Bird completely naked except for a few feathers on top of his head.

And later: possible Costco purchase for work

Now our story of misery and woe.

Just today I was joking around with Vivian that I wasn't sure we should have let H move out. He's been sick with strep throat a few times in the past couple of months and seems to have a hard time remembering to take care of himself. Well.

This afternoon H was downtown goofing off with some buddies and decided to jump down some stairs. A few hours later he called us seeking medical relief. I picked them up at his apartment and drove him to urgent care.

Verdict: he either sprained or broke his foot. He was given a boot which he swore he would never wear and a pair of crutches. He will be seeing a specialist later in the week. I gave him quite the Doomsday lecture about how he could really mess up his foot for the rest of his life if he didn't listen to the doctor.

And then we went out for McDonalds, and I took him home. The end.