judybean
12-05-2005, 01:10 AM
... because otherwise, that hammer I stepped on would have left even MORE damage.
You mean *you* don't have a hammer laying under a pillowcase in the middle of your laundry room? Obviously I didn't know either and tonight, while figuring I need to do *something* productive while I'm up at all hours, I was reaching over for the laundry soap and just about woke up the whole dang house. Amazingly, I didn't utter a peep, but I sure wanted to. I wanted to wake up the whole dang neighborhood. That Thing Hurt. And of course I just HAD to step on it so that the whole arch of my right foot is throbbing like mad now.
After I hobbled back to the computer (but not before loading the washing machine! I'm nothing if not dedicated!), I took off my beloved slipper sock (because I live in Wyo., it's winter, and we have hardwood floors), thinking I would just see some redness or something, but I got more of a redness sighting than I had bargained for! Blood! Just barely, but I had scraped a thin layer of skin off along with probably bruising the heck out of my foot.
Grace is my middle name, you know. (okay... really, it's not... it's Marie... but that just goes to show you how clueless my parents were when they named me... OBVIOUSLY it should have been Grace). Because a hobbling pregnant woman is uber sexy. (I don't know if it's 'cool' to say 'uber' anymore, but... I figure I can because I'm of more than half German heritage).
But seriously. That hurt like ... hm... we'll just say 'a lot' for the sake of any kiddos that could read this. It sucked!!
And of course I didn't read the part about the old wives' tale of stubbing your baby toe to go into labor. Foiled again!! :nut
You mean *you* don't have a hammer laying under a pillowcase in the middle of your laundry room? Obviously I didn't know either and tonight, while figuring I need to do *something* productive while I'm up at all hours, I was reaching over for the laundry soap and just about woke up the whole dang house. Amazingly, I didn't utter a peep, but I sure wanted to. I wanted to wake up the whole dang neighborhood. That Thing Hurt. And of course I just HAD to step on it so that the whole arch of my right foot is throbbing like mad now.
After I hobbled back to the computer (but not before loading the washing machine! I'm nothing if not dedicated!), I took off my beloved slipper sock (because I live in Wyo., it's winter, and we have hardwood floors), thinking I would just see some redness or something, but I got more of a redness sighting than I had bargained for! Blood! Just barely, but I had scraped a thin layer of skin off along with probably bruising the heck out of my foot.
Grace is my middle name, you know. (okay... really, it's not... it's Marie... but that just goes to show you how clueless my parents were when they named me... OBVIOUSLY it should have been Grace). Because a hobbling pregnant woman is uber sexy. (I don't know if it's 'cool' to say 'uber' anymore, but... I figure I can because I'm of more than half German heritage).
But seriously. That hurt like ... hm... we'll just say 'a lot' for the sake of any kiddos that could read this. It sucked!!
And of course I didn't read the part about the old wives' tale of stubbing your baby toe to go into labor. Foiled again!! :nut