I hope I don’t lose my toenail.
It was a stupid accident. It was something that you would see in a Will Ferrell movie.
You know those metal travel coffee mugs? Well, Gabe takes those to work in the mornings. There were two empty ones on the stair that he brought in when he got home from work yesterday. I was standing by the front door and Claudia was walking down the stairs.
Claudia knocked both travel mugs over and one of them bounced off of the ground and somehow landed squarely on the middle toe of my left foot.
Both kids were there and I tried not to scream any bad words.
I am afraid to take off my sock and look at my toe. The whole thing happened about an hour ago and it still hurts like crazy. The thought of losing a toenail really creeps me out.
How could it have landed on my middle toe anyway?
You know what else? My steamer baskets attacked me yesterday. They fell off of the shelf for no apparent reason. I am not ruling out a poltergeist. Or maybe my planets are all out of whack.
Is it obvious that I am trying to avoid packing by complaining about my random injuries? I admit it.