Approximately 10am yesterday: I walk a little too close to the couch, smashing my foot into the wooden leg of the chair, breaking two of my toes in the process.
Approximately 2am this morning: I walk too close to the same couch, smashing the same foot into the wooden leg of the chair, feeling as though I'd severed the aforementioned two toes.
The first time there was much hopping and hobbling and expletives deleted. The second time I decided it was easier to just lie on the floor and cry.
7 comments:
Here's a hint....move the couch 2 inches further away.
Sometimes it's just easier to lie on the floor and cry.
Word verification: anumbo
Last one was "bitights".
It's my night for weird pseudo-words, I guess.
Now it says "bootc".
When I was a kid I had a guinea pig named "Bootsie". He ran away.
(I think I might lie on the floor and cry.)
You poor thing, HB! I hope your toes get better soon. Maybe it's time to invest in a pair of steel-capped slippers?
Thanks, Spud. Brilliant advice.
Karen, I find lying on the floor and crying helps me effectively avoid many of life's problems.
And, Lonie, I did have steel-capped slippers but I threw them away when Grumpy moved out.
Ouch!
Oh you poor thing.
:(
Moving the couch won't help, it's physics or the laws of attraction which means the broken toes will find the couch wherever you put it.
I know, I've been there.
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