Chicken Soup For The Sole
Since I was running late (yet again) this morning, I decided to walk to work. The sad fact is I can get there faster versus waiting for the bus. Had I not, I would have missed the end result of a terrible accident. I could see the police cars and ambulance from the distance; when I got closer I could see the telephone pole splintered, almost falling over. Closer still, and I could see the black car wrapped around it.
From what I could see, another vehicle hit the driver's side of the car sending it into the pole.
I was busy watching the wreck being removed and not watching where I was stepping. I twisted my right leg the wrong way on a patch of ice (hey thanks, mother nature!) and it's already begun to swell a bit. The bottom of my foot hurts like hell as well because I refuse to sacrifice style for comfort as far as footwear is concerned.
Fast forward to this evening. A hot bath and some hot soup.
From what I could see, another vehicle hit the driver's side of the car sending it into the pole.
I was busy watching the wreck being removed and not watching where I was stepping. I twisted my right leg the wrong way on a patch of ice (hey thanks, mother nature!) and it's already begun to swell a bit. The bottom of my foot hurts like hell as well because I refuse to sacrifice style for comfort as far as footwear is concerned.
Fast forward to this evening. A hot bath and some hot soup.
- chicken stock
- diced onions
- diced carrots
- diced celery
- kluski egg noodles
- tons of white chicken meat
- fresh ground black pepper
- fresh thyme
leave a response