This boot was made for walkin'

So we made it home... not at our originally scheduled time, but still on the same day. Our original flight plans would have taken us through Houston, which was closed on Saturday. The airline told us the soonest they could get us out of Orlando was Tuesday afternoon. Thanks to Brian's forethought in purchasing insurance on our tickets, we were able to get a flight with another airline (JetBlue) and still get home somewhat on time. The 6-hour flight from JFK to San Jose would have really been a killer if not for the DirectTV. It was nice to get to see Trading Spaces; I hadn't seen it in months.

But on to the title of this post... once we were up and about yesterday, Brian took me up to the base to get my foot checked out. After a 2-hour wait in the ER, I was finally called in. X-rays confirmed our suspicions that my foot was broken. I fractured the 5th metatarsal (the long bone on the outside/bottom of your foot). I am now in a highly fashionable boot that demands I stay out of certain neighborhoods for fear that someone will mug me for it. I am stylin'. I have a recheck on Friday to see if we are going to continue with the boot or cast it.

I want to post about vacation, but I'll save that for later. Today there is much to do to get the house back in order.