“Oh! My liver.”

I never watched much of Beavis and Butthead. But, there are some words and phrases that just stuck with me… The title of this blog is one. Especially after Logan starts whining “Oh! my ankle.” I think he bumped it on something and now, he has decided it is broken. What makes this even funnier, is that he is cradling his wrist. After explaining to him the difference between a wrist and an ankle he changes his tune…. It really is his ankle that is hurting. Begging for some ice and leaning back on the recliner I can’t help feel deja vu. Two or three weeks ago, my husband twisted his ankle in the back yard. It was the most dramatized thing I have seen in a while. From the way he was carrying on, you would have thought he had stepped in a hole and his foot had been torn off. Then I remember Logan following him around with an ankle ace wrap on his leg too. Oh, my goodness. Just now, he was tearing around the living room and jumped off the couch onto the floor… immediately he begins rolling around on the floor screaming about his ankle…