I can’t believe I’m about to defend: Paula Abdul. But yesterday I tripped over my 25 pound dog (meet Theo - our Basenji).
 
While the gossip pages are all over her chipped broken nose and speculating that she must have been drunk - well, I was sober and in my bathrobe I emulated her gymnastic maneuvers sprained both my wrist and ankle, and today realized what I thought was a sprain finger is actually fractured!

So while I type ...