I don't suppose there is any chance that one of my readers is a foot doctor? What is that? A podiatrist? Yeah, I was thinking probably not.

Last week, I met my cousin at my grandparent's house for a lovely lunch. We came home and I put the kids down for a nap and then started running around the house trying to get stuff done before L got home from work. I have a schedule of daily cleaning to do, you know (today is laundry, vacuuming the downstairs, and helping Rosie mop the living room. None of which is currently done. I'm too busy whining...). As I was making a pass through the living room, L's clawed foot chair leg let go of its ball and reached out and grabbed me. Uh huh, that's exactly what happened. Why don't you believe me? I went down hard. Oh my. I think I cried and I know I said some naughty words (the kids weren't there!).

After waiting about an hour for the pain to diminish (the approximate time it took me to decide I was going to be OK when I dropped a can of refried beans on the same foot last year), the pain was still intense. So I called my Dr's office and talked the nurse, who informed me I could go get an xray if I wanted, but said there wasn't usually much they could do for a broken toe. I decided not to waste my time (read: taking Heckle and Jeckle to get an xray just isn't worth it).

Over a week later, my poor little pinkie toe is still swollen, bruised, and extremely unhappy with his lot in life. He was feeling better until I tried to put a running shoe on him yesterday, and it made him so mad that he's still throbbing today. I think he's saying he wants a Mexican Coke (upcoming post). And I think I owe it to him to give him whatever he wants.

Here's a picture of him, so you can share in his sadness. Let's not talk about my bad need of a new pedicure, my overly long toes (or feet, for that matter), or all those veins you can see. No wonder mosquitoes like me. They can tell from twenty feet that I have skin the thickness of onion paper. Is onion paper a real item or did I just make that up? I'm starting to wonder if I bumped my head in that fall.