I "knee"d some help here!

So Friday night, Larry and I got to go on a much anticipated date night. It was long over due. Now that he is off at work all day and our few seconds of conversation are slim while I jet off to some activity (yw, bookclub, meetings, grocery store) and sometimes it's Larry taking off for some odd Elders quorum requirement. ANYWAY, least to say I was excited because I got to choose what were to do since technically it is my birthday night out!! SWEET, a salad bar here we come. (All guys are cringing right now because they hate salad bars. LOL!)

Kidding, I choose PF Changs and then we headed out to our ward women's volleyball game. I was excited to show Larry all of my SKILLS. Or lack there of. He even had slipped the digital camera into his pocket. I'm stoked because just maybe I'll have some pictures of me and I can dedicate a whole page of the scrapbook to ME. Now that would be a first!

When we get to the game I ran to the bathroom to change and as I headed into the gym I noted that Larry had already joined a random men's team that was short a guy. GREAT! There goes my day of glory. I shrugged it off and started my game. The next thing I know there's a crowd around someone at the men's game. It's Larry. I've never seen a grown man cry out in pain. My heart totally sank as I ran over, with flashes of "We have no insurance" going through my head. As disgusting as it was, I had to help pop Larry's left leg back into his knee. EW! Luckily with some swelling, bruising, and limping he is doing OK. Although driving his stick shift is out of the question, but thankfully it's not worse. I'm sure glad my little 10 minutes of glory turned into an unfocused game of volleyball while watching Larry ice his knee. I love date nights! They are never boring.