A couple of days after Michael broke his arm, Grandpa broke his leg. Grandpa was ready to trade breaks with Michael, because he's rather have a broken arm than a broken leg. He wants to get back outside to his yard work! It's summer after all! I once broke my toe when I was a teenager. One of my brothers broke his nose, the other had two arm breaks on the same arm in quick succession. Have you ever a broken a bone? Which one? If not, which bone would you choose if you had to have a break? (Inner ear bones, anyone?)
WARPED HUMOR, GENERAL MAYHEM, AND A SIX-FOOT-TALL VIEW OF LIFE FROM AUTHOR SHIRLEY BAHLMANN
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