It is the winter of my… no, wait, that’s wrong. Four score and seven years ago… no, that’s not it, either. OUCH MY FREAKING TOE HURTS! Yep, that’s it. Its time for my semi-annual, autumn “you will sit and like it” foot/ankle/knee/toe injury. This year’s winner is the ingrown toenail from hell. I’m so mad that yes, I’m going to speak of my disgusting toe. I have a genetic predisposition to this plague. My mother had six of her toenails...
