Yesterday, a barefoot fool went looking for something in our spare room which contains a bicycle among other oddments. This fool, standing by the side of the contraption, tried to get closer to it. The fool lifted two toenails: one all the way and one just a bit.
Today the doctor laid bare the toe with the most damage and cut back the nail of the second one.
No sandals for me at the wedding. They will be lucky if I don't wear one shoe and one bedroom slipper . . .
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Oh! Ooh! OoooH!
I am so sorry for the footie that was so rudely injured.
And, go ahead and wear two bedroom slippers. It's not so noticible as if you try and wear a shoe and a slipper. Or, wear a shoe and a dark sock and carry a dramatic looking walking cane. You don't need the cane for anything except to rap people upside the head to keep them from infringing on your personal space to protect the injured toes.
Good thing my bicycle is a stationary one. With the luck I have been having, I might still be able to fall off.
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