Rosalind--I am sure there must be a really good story to go with your comment,
Good story? I dunno if I'd call it good. 
6 mo. old Pyrenees puppy decided he wanted to RUN while I was walking him on his leash. Thinking, "It's only a quick 20-minute walk," I had sensibly donned garden clogs for the excursion. So you understand right away, I am not the clearest thinker in the whole world. 
		
		
	
	
 Since our backyard at the time was covered in snow, ice, and more snow, I fell and my foot twisted under me. Snap crackle pop, DH had to come home from work to drive me to the ER so I could have my foot X-rayed and set in plaster--screaming all the way. Tomorrow I get to see the orthopedic surgeon 
Using my awesome thinking powers yet again last night, I took half a Vicodin, propped the cast up in front of the TV, and asked DH to put just a tiny drop of top-shelf whiskey in my mug of tea. You know, to celebrate the New Year. He, being the less-insane one, says, "Are you 
sure?" Three sips later, he was throwing his back out attempting to drag my snoring, unconscious butt upstairs. I think the dog gave me my kiss at midnight...