Well I don't know about you but my 2014 is off to quite the start. My mom had her 60th birthday on Saturday and my aunt Liz, my brother and his family, and me and my family threw her an awesome surprise party at our house. We had an amazing turn out: over thirty of her family and friends came to celebrate.
And then wouldn't you know, halfway through the festivities, Nick hurt his foot. He was jumping on the trampoline (trampolines: backyard fun or silent killers?) and landed on his foot funny. He spend the rest of the evening with tear stains on his cheeks and his foot propped up on a pillow.
The next morning brought no relief so Colin took him to the hospital. Three hours later they came home with some x-rays, Nick's leg in a splint and crutches under his arms, and a referral to see an orthopedic specialist about a fractured ankle.
(The doctor told Nick, "It's probably broken so you'll have to have a cast on for 4 to 8 weeks."
Nick's eyes bugged out of his head. "Forty-eight weeks!")