I'm Feeling Blue
I spent the last Friday afternoon of my vacation sitting in our rented Fiat Bravo in Molina, Italy with a sprained ankle – or at least a badly twisted ankle – while John went – at my insistence – to see the Molina Falls. And we were nearly out of gas. But the GPS said there was a gas station less than three miles away. It was hot in the car. I was sprained hot and blue.