Or a limping one, really.
I broke my little toe last night, and you know how I did it? Walking. Honestly, in a world of "survival of the fittest," how am I still drawing breath? It's shocking really that I haven't asphyxiated on my own tongue, much less that I drive cars without incident on a regular basis.
Aaaand now I won't be able to wear the awesome pumps I was planning on for the wedding I'm going to next week. Which means I'll need to find another suitable, open-toed pair in my closet or buy some. Which frankly I don't want to do.
(By the way, I may well go M.I.A late next week. I'll be in Florida, vacationing with Seven and attending a mutual friend's awesome wedding.)
This Karma is too sweet to suggest I deserved it.