OUCH!

Two summers ago I was rearranging furniture in my bedroom and went to move one of the white recliners and ran over my big toe with it. I peeled back most of the toenail, had blood every, got woozy and the whole nine yards. I resorted to calling my sister bawling my eyes out and she advised me to go to my mom's and have her bandage it up for me. So I went to Mom's crying and carrying on like a two year old and it took her and my stepdad to settle me down and get me all bandaged up. This was at the beginning of the summer and I hobbled for days and wore flip flops the entire summer. I think it was sometime in August when the nail finally fell off and it was almost an entire year before it grew back in. I was convinced that it wasn't going to grow back in at all. So, why I am I telling you this story now? Well....

Just a little bit ago, I was moving furniture in my bedroom again, moving the recliner again, and guess what I did again? Yeppers! Same toe even. This time I didn't call my mom or my sister. Instead I called my son on his cell phone, he was all the way upstairs in his room you see, and there was no way I was going up the stairs, what with the bloody mess and all...