Insult to Injury and Other Randomness

Remember my injured toe?  The one a frozen beef roast fell on from a good 4 ft. high, smashing it and rendering it swollen and purple?  The one I limped around with for days, carefully protecting it from people and objects that might carelessly bump or touch it in any way?  It had finally started feeling normal.  I could walk without a limp.  I wasn't defensively yelling, "Stay back!" to anyone who dared to approach the protective safe zone surrounding me.  The swelling had dissipated, and the discoloration had all but disappeared.

Then the unimaginable happened.  As I was collecting some canned food items to donate to a local charity (for charity, for goodness sakes), unbeknownst to me the wimpy Walmart bag holding the cans discreetly ripped, and out dropped a can of beans.  And where did that can land?  On the tip of the very toe that had been injured the week earlier.  I really, really, really wanted to say a cuss word. 

Now I am back to a purple, swollen toe, that has throbbed non-stop for the past day and a half.  And to add to my discomfort, one of the {heavier} kindies inadvertently stepped squarely on my foot today.   In my mind I can visualize an x-ray of pulverized bone, and amazed doctors asking me how I have tolerated such a horrific injury for so long.  I have also imagined the entire toe turning black, followed by the need for amputation, and my family finally showing adequate sympathy for my pain.  I have wallowed in suffering and self-pity.  But enough about me.

Mauri bid farewell to her horse, Charlie Brown, and mechanical Biscuit dog, Sara.

 (That purple bag is holding the can of beans that has caused so much suffering.  Stupid can.  Stupid wimpy Walmart bag.  Stupid me for trusting a Walmart bag to contain several items of considerable weight dangling over an unprotected foot.)

I know, it's pathetic that my last and youngest child has had a stuffed horse and a mechanical dog to shower her love and affection on.  Believe me, the dog talk still persists.  In my defense, however, in an effort to compensate, I have allowed the birds more access to the house.

Aren't birds the most cuddly, interactive pet ever?

And we found this awesome picture of Lex from the last track meet on an online site for Colorado high school track and field stats.

She doesn't care for it, and even thinks she looks fat.  FAT!  Are you kidding me?  I am thrilled to have an action shot far superior to any I could capture from the bleachers with my point-n-shoot.

Enjoy the rest of your hump day.  I love a Wednesday afternoon.