3.26.2010 | Uncategorized

Let’s see here… hmmmm… *pokepokepoke*


Swollen? Check.
Mottled? Check.
Unable to bear weight? Check.
Unable to bend? Check.
Painful? Check.

Now, I’m no doctor or anything, but I’m pretty sure I’ve broken my Went To Market toe.

How did I do this, you ask? It’s a funny story, really. I was rescuing kittens from a burning building, and… no, no that’s not right. Oh! Yes, that’s it: I was serving meals to the homeless, and I… nope. Nope, that’s not it either.

Chasing a purse snatcher? Braving the rapids to save a drowing puppy? Taming a bucking bronco before it tore through a class of first graders? Wrestling a wild boar? Going ten rounds with De La Hoya? War wound from ‘Nam?

…Actually, I kind of had a dream last night that I fell of a wall, and when I woke up my toe hurt.


This really puts a crimp in my hiking plans for this weekend.

But it certainly doesn’t stop me from wearing 2.5 inch open-toe pumps to work today! They have ruffles!