“So what happened exactly?”
the students asked,
and I told them about the fall,
casts, surgery, plate, and screws.
“Ha!” one laughed, “That’s perfect for you!”
“Why?” I asked
“Because now
even your skeleton
has bling!”
.
.
True story.
I love my students.
🙂
Shawn L. Bird 
Marvelous.
😉
Too funny!
They are. Every day. I love my job. I’m so glad to be back!
Oh, those wicked and whiley “kids”! Haha
They’re so fun. I missed them a lot when I was off with my broken ankle!
Love love love this! I have a lovely plate with screws in my wrist — on a Sunday morning some years past, I decided to forgo church (my husband went) and instead, go skating on Boston’s Frog Pond. I fell and broke my wrist….as my husband said, “God’ll get cha!” Well, now I can simply say I have some added bling! Great story (yours) and fun poem! Will comment on your about me page in a moment.
🙂