is in need of a doctor. Not that a doctor could do anything for it.

Last night I was hot and tired so I decided to treat myself to a pedicure. I got out the nail polish and the toe seperator and got comfy on the couch. I put the toe seperator between my toes in ann attempt to not get nail poish on my other toes, then realized that I had to pee.

I hop up from the couch, take one step, and WHAM! I rammed my foot right into the coffee table leg. I knew as soon as I did it that I probably broke it.

Since the toe seperator had my little toe spread out from the others when I kicked the table leg it was bent even farther to the side than normal when kickiing a atble leg.

Within ten minutes the space between my pinky toe and it’s neighbor started to turn a lovely shade of purple. Shawn thinks I just bruised it, but I’m sure it’s broken.

After walkng on it at the grocery store tonight with my Mom (I used the cart to help keep pressure off of it) it turned a more noticeable shade of purple. Enough that both my parents said go sit down and put your foot up.

I’ll try to get photos tonight, but I can’t promise anything. I wasn’t even able to finish 7days with everything that’s been going on.

The worst part about the whole thing is that SuperChic knows that I can’t run after her.

The last two weeks have totally kicked me in the behind, and every time I try to stand up it just knocks me down again.

You’d think that I’d just stay down for a little while and let things setlle, but no, of course not. That’d be to easy.

I ended the week looking like this.

I’ve started the new week (it’s only Tuesday so it still qualifies, even though I’m writing this on Wednesday, technically) with this.

And now I look like this.

Tomorrow is another day. Lets hope I can keep it all together.

Oh, and that Shawn doesn’t kill me for this.

She has frozen lemonade. Though she did have about five tablespoons of my margarita before we made her this drink.

I couldn’t resist.

Could you?