Yeah, if you look under klutz in the dictionary, you may find my photo. Wednesday night, The Boy was watching The Tick. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth. The Tick said something bizarre, (really!?) and I went out to see what was going on. Then, I decided to get something from the kitchen. At this point, 2 things need to be kept in mind, 1) I am still brushing my teeth, and 2) I am in bare feet. I do own 2 pairs of slippers including a rather fetching pair of orange felted clogs so there really is no need for bare feet. Anyhoo, I continued onward, into the kitchen (no, I don't remember what I was going there for, probably cheese.) At this point, the corner of the doorway between the kitchen and the living room leapt out and inserted itself between the 4th & 5th toes on my foot. I was unaware of this, so I kept walking into the kichen, breaking my smallest toe in the process. That was good fun, because, you see, all I wanted to do was let loose with enough profanity to make a sailor blush. However, (remember from before?) I was brushing my teeth so I had a giant mouth full of foam. Hence, no profanity for me. Just a lot of doing this rather bizarre sort of loud exhaling with equally strange posturing on one leg. Now I have a blue foot and a crooked little toe to show for my efforts. Yeah... I'm not really sure what to do for an encore. I will post a picture of my blue foot soon, it's actually a rather pretty blue that used to have a nice red centre.
