black and blue

I am super clumsy. I have no hand eye coordination. True story: one time, I broke my own finger by cracking my knuckles during the Stanley Cup finals. The doctor said he had never heard of anyone doing that before. So when your kid asks you why he shouldn't crack his knuckles, make sure to tell him this story. You're welcome.

So it is not hard to believe that in my life I have broken at least 5 toes and 3 fingers. And now, the total is up to 6 toes.

This past weekend when Brian's family was in town for Lila's dedication, his brother Patrick brought us a cornhole set he had made for us. For you uncool people, cornhole (otherwise known as tailgate toss) is a fabulous waste of time and a beach vacay Southern tradition. HEY-O to Brian and my dad at Ocean Isle this summer.

I was running around the house on Wednesday morning trying to get Brian and Lila out the door to daycare. You know the drill, bottles made, extra pacis located, clean lovey in the car seat, give the baby her medicine...and BAM, running right into the giant wooden box laying on our dining room floor.

One black toe, lots of cussing, some athletic tape and a bottle of ibuprofen later, it was not a good morning. My new nickname around the office? Gimp. Or Crip, if the boss is feeling super funny. I guess that's still better than Locked In the Closet Girl.

Carrie: Honey, if it hurts so much, why are we going shopping?

Samantha: I have a broken toe, not a broken spirit.

~Sex and the City