Never Have I Ever

Have you ever played the game "Never Have I Ever"?  It is an ice-breaker type game, played at youth group or on the way to church camp or in a long line to ride a roller coaster or at a restaurant while you wait for the food to arrive...  according to wikipedia, where you can read the official rules if you'd like, it is even a drinking game.  But I learned it at youth group.  No alcohol.  Promise.

So, my ace in the hole has always been never have I ever broken a bone.

Anyway, Devon and I went on a date last night, and we went to our favorite restaurant, Cactus (amazing salsa, fantastic ambiance, cool waiters, hip patrons).  We sat at a tall table in the bar, because it was a 30 minute wait for a table in the dining room, and as I hoisted myself onto the domed cushioned bar stool, I set my purse on the bar stool beside me.  My purse began to slide, threatening to embarrassingly scatter all of its contents onto the floor, and my reflexes moved fast to secure my purse, and I'm not sure what happened next, because it is now all a blur, but I think that the top of my hand slammed against the underside of the mosaic table, and the pain was unlike anything I've ever felt before.  I think I let out a high-pitched moan like, ugghhhahhhh, and Devon asked, "What?  What just happened?  What did you do?"  I couldn't answer him because I was busy trying to decide whether to cry, scream profanities, or vomit.  I didn't want to lose my status as a "hip patron" by making a scene!  I mumbled, I think I'm going to throw-up. 

I showed him my hand, confident that I'd broken a bone.  It didn't look any different, but it was numb in spots.  Once the room stopped spinning, I began to make a mental list-

Okay, I saved the purse, so crisis averted.

Fortunately, it is my left hand, so I can still write

We can go to Urgent Care tonight, but I probably won't be able to see a doctor until Monday.

Pain-killers could be fun.

Maybe my mom will fly up to take care of me- that would be good!

Now what am I going to say when I play "Never Have I Ever"?

My glass of sangria arrived, not a moment too soon, and I sipped slowly as I watched my hand, waiting for swelling and bruising.

It was a false alarm.  The numbness went away by the time that we finished our meal, and I'd forgotten about it altogether once I found these shoes at Nordstrom Rack-

Max got new shoes this week too!
Well, first, he inherited these hand-me-down shoes (and pajamas) from our friend Hayden-

Hayden's shoes were unlike anything that Max had ever put on his feet!  They had red lights that flashed when he walked, and they had "Queen" (Lightening McQueen) on the sides!  And despite the fact that they are currently 2 sizes too big, Max would not take them off!  He was pretty funny as he'd stomp through the house in the too-big shoes, exaggerating his already established here-comes-trouble gait!

I figured that I'd fight fire with fire.  If he loves these shoes so much and will not take them off- not even to sleep- I'll just buy him some that are his size.  Win win. 

We came home with Buzz Lightyear shoes that light-up :)

Now Lucy wants princess shoes that light up.  Of course she does!


Let's play- Never have I ever broken a bone.  Have you?  If so, did you cry, scream profanities, or barf?