Last week, THIS stool and I…we had a collision. A pretty bad collision actually.
I think we have one of the kiddos to thank for our nice “foot meet stool – stool meet foot” collision.
The stool somehow landed on top of my foot. But, not just a casual “Oh I’m falling over and about to land on your foot” kind of fall.
Nope not that kind.
More like “A kid just slammed me down on to your foot” kind of fall.
And it hurt.
In fact, I might have yelled a profanity in front of all the kids out of pure PAIN.
Yea, that corner landed directly on top of my left foot underneath my big toe.
I realize that posting pictures of your feet on your blog is not attractive…nor something your readers are DYING to read about, but I felt compelled to tell you about my new friend the stool.
It’s been a week and I am still walking with a limp. I don’t think it’s fractured, but it’s definitely bruised. I am really confused on why it’s bruised on the bottom of my foot when the stool fell on top of my foot?
Anway, I de-friended this stool faster than you can de-friend someone on facebook. I’m holding a grudge. Maybe when I can walk normal again I will be back on friend terms with the stool. But, not a second sooner.