Actually, today’s post started Sunday. I was trying to have a productive Sunday afternoon – getting a head start on cleaning my house before I have a group from church over to my house this weekend. I was coming upstairs and miss-judged the turn a little bit and caught my toes on the corner of the wall. It hurt – but I didn’t think it was any big deal. Turns out to be a bigger deal than I thought. It’s still swollen, it’s turning black and blue, and still hurts some (though much easier to walk on today). This would be the same foot that I dropped the ice cream container on last fall. I don’t know for sure if it’s broken (I’m not paying to be told there is nothing they can do), but if it is, it’s the third toe I’ve broken on that foot (and the fourth time).
Yesterday at lunch, I ran to Hobby Lobby to get some fabric and took a walk down their 66% off isle where I found a large square frame just slightly larger (like ½ and inch) than what I needed to frame this picture I’ve had forever for my kitchen. Granted the frame was black and I needed it to be white, but for that price I would paint it! Well, the clearance price was mis-marked and so I actually was supposed to get the frame for less than what I paid for it. So when I get home, I go upstairs to check the size of the frame against my picture and call Hobby Lobby about the price difference. They told me to bring it back and they would credit the amount.
After I ate some lunch, I grabbed the frame to put it in my car so I could run to Hobby Lobby after work, went and checked the mail before I left and put the mail in the kitchen, and locked the door from the house to the garage. I went to get in my car and you guessed it…no keys! I thought I had put a spare one in the garage, but I guess I hadn’t because I couldn’t find it. I was so mad at myself.
I had to call someone at work to come get me and had to call my roommate who graciously brought me her key so I could get back into my house after work. I will now be making sure there is a spare key hidden somewhere in the garage.
I thought the story ended there…till last night. When I was home last night, I went to get something out of the deep freeze and found a bag of pine cones in the freezer. I guess I accidentally put them in there earlier when I was looking for something else. I’m sure you had to be there, but I had just about decided to commit myself at that point.
5 days ago
2 comments:
The pine cone thing is pretty funny. I do stuff like that all the time.
You know, I broke my toes a little over a year ago by misjudging my door one morning. I was half asleep and walking to the bathroom and hit my foot on the edge of the door. I took off my shoe when I got to work that morning and my toes were so swollen I couldn't get my shoe back on. I had to wear a "special" shoe for a few weeks until it healed.
I remember that boot. Luckily mine didn't come to that, but it's still a little sore - but not as bruised. I haven't attempted any shoes yet that would put pressure on that toe, THOUGH it's not been good shoe weather.
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