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.
I once broke my foot on a carnival blow-up thing. So yeah, I basically broke my foot on air. Hope it feels better soon!
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DeleteIt really doesn't hurt. As long as I don't put any weight on it. :/
That just sucks Dana, I'm so sorry! No dancing at a wedding? Say it ain't so! I'll send good vibes your way for speedy healing AND finding really cute and comfy shoes to wear!
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