Phoebe called me in the afternoon....she asked me to guess what she had done....so i said without any hesitation....nothing. she was furious. then she said its something she did pretty often...take a second guess....so i said you went out to some major breakfast event??? she was raging by now....so i gave up....you can go honest only to a certain extent...right???

she's dislocated her knee bone again.....she seems to have a rare talent to get her bones fractured or dislocated....this is the third time she's got her knee bones screwed up....and how???

she jumped over her gate. the land lord was sleeping and she did not wanted to wake him up....so she jumped. well that was the last thing she knew before getting to hospital.....
i could not help excaiming..."what the **** were you thinking???"

she was slightly amused....she said "do not swear to me."

i retorted "if you hold any illusions that I am supposed to treat you like a lady...please take a reality check; and for pete's sake...ladies do not jump gates at 5:30 in the morning so they can rush to the gym..."

and well....that was not all...her land lady said she knew a lady doctor and so phoebe decided to get there....it turned out to be a gynaecologist....i wonder what that lady was thinking...but when she told me that i could not help bursting out laughing.....

"wow...what a great impression of you your landlady has..."

"very funny" she said. but she definitely did not sound amused....what the heck.

so she'll possibly get back to her place take a break from all her studies for a couple of days and chill out. good for her.

and all the while i was chattering away laughing out with her; it completely slipped my mind to wish her a speedy recovery....

so here it goes...

"Get well soon girl....at least for the sake of the bed!!!"

from your monkey bone.