Wednesday, August 24, 2005

And the award for "Stupidest, Most Inconcievable Self-Inflicted Injury of the Day" award goes to...

Me


I go home for lunch (because, it's like a 6 - 7 minute commute and there is food at home) and leave my shoes in the car (because I was wearing my platform flip-flops and everyone knows you can't drive in platform flip-flops) and run inside just as my husband is putting lunch on the table (really, it's not as Mr. Mom as it sounds, he just picked up some surprisingly bad sandwiches at the grocery store). I pull my chair away from the kitchen table and go to sit down, but I hadn't pulled the chair out enough so I had to tip it back a little bit to sit down, and after I sat down, but before the chair tipped back, my one of my gigantic Chester Cheetah-esque re feet decided to position itself underneath the chair leg, which decided to come down squarely on my Barney Rubble-esque middle toe. AND IT HURT LIKE A %^&*/@)*^%!

Now my toe is all bloody and gross and it hurts to walk, but I can't tell anyone what happened because the sheer semantics of the whole situation are so dizzying that I need charts, graphs and hyperlinks to explain it.