I limped into work this morning with an ankle/foot injury. Not from fighting a bear or jumping from a building or something cool. It's from kickball. One of my fave professors asked me to be on her kickball team because a lot of the team is going to be out for this one game. People, this made me happier than anything could. See back in my day, on Limestone Elementary's field day, the 5th and 6th grade class played each other in the most competetive game of kickball you've ever imagined. It was insane. The 6th grade teachers usually cheated because lets be honest, a 5th grade win is so not cool. So 6th grade rolled around and it was finally our turn to be on top of the kickball sport but we lost. To this day I'm convinced they cheated. We talk a lot at work about how getting old is a horrible thing and I get made fun of for still eating chicken fingers and fries and I get yelled at for being in my 20's. I can't help it that I love kickball and drink soda at breakfast and still dress up for halloween. Life's just more fun that way.
Quote of the day:
Co-worker: "Getting old hurts. Shutup Katie."
Me: "But I have a kickball injury."
Co-worker: "Are you 5?"
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