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...
Melia’s Annual Crippling Leg Misstep. Generally, I sprain an ankle or bust a toe every spring, give or take a few weeks, in order to eliminate any need to be outside when the weather is not-too-hot and not-too-cold. This time, its 3 days before I have to drive The Husband’s car an hour to the airport (it has a clutch!) for my 3 day vacation in Texas this weekend. What happened? Oh, I simply tried to step over the futon in the basement and managed to hit my knee right above the kneecap...
