I killed Kory!

So ... tonight was lovely night in the Red River Valley and Kory and I decided to go photo-location hunting. It's a fun thing to do on a Saturday night, I swear.

Our fun time quickly took a bad turn when, during an innocent jaunt to the camera, Kory rolled his ankle. Naturally, I laughed at him because he was crying like a baby. But then after a quick coffee stop and garbage bag full of ice later, I realized the full extent of Kory's injury. Off to the ER we went!

The result: Kory's ankle is the size of a bowling ball, but the doc says it's not broken. He's got crutches, though, and looks very tough. Sheesh, it's just like him to get out of shooting weddings all summer by faking an injury. :)

Pre-injury:





And post-injury: