Steve's car has been a pain in our butts as of lately. Everyday there is a new problem with it. Well, the past couple weeks it's been doing this really fun thing called not wanting to start for us. Yeah, I lied its actually not fun at all. We took the car to get the battery tested and they said the battery was fine, just low. So we spent our Friday night at Auto Zone (I know, how romantic right?) and got the battery charged. It started right up once we put it back in. Fantastic! We were thrilled to have it running again. Well, the next morning Steve couldn't start it again. So we are thinking at this point its the alternator. I know you are asking "Katy? What is the point of this story, it has nothing to do with fallin." I promise it does just bare with me. Alright, so Sunday night after a totally awesome party for our cute niece Lily we arrived home and it was snowing pretty bad so we thought it would be best for us to try to jump his car that was parked in the road so that the plows could get by. We pulled my car up beside his and popped the hoods. Where his car was it was directly in front of a really big snow bank that had just grown bigger with each snow fall, and never melted just got solid like ice. The only way to hook the cables up to the battery was for us to stand on the snow bank. So I had steve go start the other car and I stood on the tall snow bank to hook up the cables. Everything was great, it was holding me just fine..that is until I decided to walk on it to go and get in the car to start it. I took about 3 steps and fell through the snow and fell hard. It was like falling through sharp glass. The snow was so packed that is was so hard. I felt like I twisted both ankles and hurt my face as well. Steve rushed over to help me and quickly got me inside. I was right that it felt like glass because we took of my shoe to see that my foot was bleeding. It felt worse than it was. By this time it was 11pm and insta cares are closed and I wasnt about to pay 150$to go to the ER so I toughed it out, tossed and turned all night and the next day on my lunch break I went to the insta care to find out that I have a cracked shin bone and tonr ligaments and tendons in my left foot. YAY! That was sarcastic. We are supposed to be going to Tennesse on Thursday and I am not looking forward to wearing this beautiful black boot.

Isn't it so cute and stylish. Luckily I am very familiar with this boot, I have worn one several times with all the feet problems I have had throughout my life.
So moral of the story is unless you weigh maybe under oh I dunno, maybe 50 lbs dont stand on big snow hills. If you happen to not take my advice and get hurt just like me, I have a pretty boot you can borrow.