A Smaller Expletive


My toe is really saying a lot here...

I'm really frustrated with having that darn toe bandaged up. It's been killing me lately, especially at night. It almost fills like two of my toes are twisted together and when I go to separate them, I can't. That drives me batty. Like up the wall, nutty. 

Yesterday I was throwing a fit because the postman jacked up a package my dearest mom delivered to me. She had packed all of these triple layer cookies that were all over everything when I opened the box. I was trying to shake chocolate off the Christmas aprons and green glittery ornaments and that's when it happened. 

I had been holding my right leg up (Karate kid style) while I was attempting the chocolate quarantine and BAM! I came right down on my foot...right down on my toe. 


Then I was really mad...

I get the stitches out the day before I fly to Middle Earth. That day can not come soon enough... 


  1. oh dear! Hang in there! Looks painful!!

  2. Oh Tishy. I feel for you. I'm struggling with some pain myself. Time is the magic healer. We just have to be patient.

  3. Hey we'll be in the same part of the world at the same time! We (the kids and I) fly out tomorrow!


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