Impatience

It struck me yesterday how many random conversations I've been having with my younger sister lately. If someone were to read her incoming text messages from me I have a feeling they'd really wonder about me. Our phone conversations are pretty amusing too--for instance, last night the following conversation took place:

Sister: I'm going to go get my nose pierced!
Me: Shut up! Take pictures!
Sister: What are you doing?
Me: Buying garbage bags.
Sister: Wow, your life is really exciting lately.

She doesn't lie. Later that evening:

Sister: I'm going to go see "Bride Wars!" What are you doing?
Me: Organizing my kitchen. I know, I know, my life is exciting. Try not to be jealous.

Other highlights from my recent comments to her include:

Me: I'm so glad that since my foot is injured and I have to sit on my ass so much that I'm doing super productive things like watching every episode of "Keeping Up With the Kardashians."

She seemed especially impressed with me at that moment. In my defense, that show is actually hilarious. Seriously, go watch it! Anyone who is a member of a group of three sisters can probably totally relate (as I can).

My point? My foot is still not completely healed, and I am getting impatient. Yesterday my version of resting and icing my foot turned into completely reorganizing my kitchen. Heh. Whoops! I stopped myself before I rearranged the furniture though. It was a consideration at one point. Today it feels tons better so I'm thinking I'll take the dog for a walk and try the elliptical and see if it can handle it...at which point my contributions to this blog should become a lot less boring. You can see for yourselves how exciting I am lately, however.

You know how some people view injuries as their body telling them to slow down? I tend to be the opposite. Perhaps that's a problem. But hey, my kitchen looks AWESOME!