OOUUCCHH!

I have to start this story in a very odd place so you can fully understand what happened. So bare with me. This morning I was putting my hair up and asked my son to go get my pony tail off the coffee table. He promptly came back with his new birthday dump truck. Silly boy. I told him no that wasn't it and made due with what I had. I guess what he did next was decide he also did not want the dump truck and threw it down in the walkway.

So out I come from the bathroom and am going to get my keys for the rental KIA to take Alicia to school when, being the klutz that I am, entangle my foot in the truck. I try to get away from it and step on it with my other foot. I am not sure how many times I went back and forth dancing with the truck but enough that when I fell to the floor my daughter was scared and started to scream at her brother for leaving it on the floor. This causes Ethan to go screaming and crying off to a corner. All I can do is lay on the floor wishing death would come. Seriously. But I had to get up and limp to the car to get Alicia to school on time.

It still hurts. So I took a picture so you can all see what a tiny little injury can do. What you cannot see is it has also swollen a bit under that cut. And the skin on my pinkie toe on the other foot has come away from my toenail.

OOUUCCHH!!!!!!!!!!!