So my girl and I just celebrated our anniversary....as an anniversary surprise, I got her passes to a local obstacle course that just opened just south of Boston. We are both in pretty good shape, I figured that we'd do a couple of runs, then go into the Boston for some fancy city food, then head home.
Unfortunately, fun, upscale comfort food, and lovin was not the end result.

The first time going through the course, she leapt from a platform onto a gigantic foam and rubber ball, then slid down the side and through a goddam trapdoor where the ball was anchored to the floor underneath. She sprained her right ankle, and had a spiral fracture of both her tibia and fibia in the left. 3 days and a plate and 2 screws later, we are home and I am the worst boyfriend in the world.
Next year I plan to skip all the travel and just set a bear trap in the middle of the bedroom.
Unfortunately, fun, upscale comfort food, and lovin was not the end result.

The first time going through the course, she leapt from a platform onto a gigantic foam and rubber ball, then slid down the side and through a goddam trapdoor where the ball was anchored to the floor underneath. She sprained her right ankle, and had a spiral fracture of both her tibia and fibia in the left. 3 days and a plate and 2 screws later, we are home and I am the worst boyfriend in the world.
Next year I plan to skip all the travel and just set a bear trap in the middle of the bedroom.
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