Don’t Run in the House
Its a family tradition to fart the loudest and you even get bonus points if you aim it at someone. Sunday night I was sitting on the couch and Justin walked by and crap-dusted me ever so graciously. Thinking that I was going to scare him, I jumped up real quick and followed him through the kitchen.
I was running top speed until the baby’s highchair slowed me down as I kicked the heck out of it. I turned and leaned over the kitchen counter in the worst pain. Concerned, everyone gathered around me to see what I was moaning about. "I stubbed my f#@ing toe!"
Thinking that I only stubbed my toe, I glanced down to see if my foot was still attached to my leg. Holy crap! There it was…my pinkie toe at a 90 degree angle pointing to the outside of my foot. I was shocked! I have never seen anything like that before in my life…at least on my body.
I don’t know if it was just in the moment or the rush of adrenaline, but we all suddenly found the freak accident humorous and laugh about it. I kept pointing at it and saying Look! Look! While everyone was laughing at my expense, I then started to panic and thought about a hospital trip, bill, etc. I reached down and…SNAP…put it back into place. I just about hit the ceiling with that one. Har har har, so funny…
So here I am…barley can walk and trying to get around. Not sure if I broke it or dislocated it. I had to take a vacation day yesterday because I just couldn’t make into work, shower, etc. Its funny what you take for granted when everything is working properly and not in pain.