Ouch! That hurt!

OK, this actually happened the Thursday before Thanksgiving. I thought I posted it, but as it turns out, I didn't. So I'm putting it in now.

Picture this:



My garage.

10pm

Stack of clean, neatly folded clothes in my arms.

I turn away from the washer and dryer and take a step toward the door when all of a sudden....BAM! I knew the box was there. It's always there. That didn't stop me from kicking into it. And it's full of stuff. Stuff that is heavy. Stuff that when you kick into the box with your baby toe, the box doesn't budge. But something had to give and, unfortunately, it was my baby toe that was doing the giving.



It's broken.