Pedicure Please?

There are certain times in life when a girl likes to be prepared .....with a good pedicure. I mean, you know, those times when your tootsies are on full display for all the world to see. Ladies, I know you're with me. I'll bet there is rarely a woman go into labor these days who hasn't had a proper pedicure. We all know that summers are a must and count as one "event", meaning your toes must be well kept all summer. Then there are weddings, vacations, and holidays....no matter what time of year.

So, now I have a new event to add to the list, well, in my case anyway. Dinner. Last night Kyle was gone on a house fire, so for supper it was just me and the kids. I was having soup and feeding Lilah baby food, Carter was having one of his favorite gourmet meals: Chicken nuggets, cheese, and apple slices. I was set for an easy night.

Carter decided he needed more cheese so I went to the fridge to get it for him. When I pulled the drawer where I keep it, I met an unusual resistance. So, of course, instead of investigating further, I just pulled harder.

Bad idea.

Turns out, that drawer was caught on the lid of one of my very favorite Pampered Chef dishes. The Deep Dish Covered Baker. It's a beautiful cranberry color and both the dish and lid are stoneware so it's pretty heavy. Plus it was pretty much full. So, when I jerked that drawer open I ended up jerking the stoneware baker out of the fridge as well.

It crashed into a heap of stone, chicken, and soup onto the ceramic tile of the kitchen floor. But, not before hitting my foot.

Hard.

The kind of hard that you know is gonna be bad. The kind of hard that makes even those with a high pain tolerance wail like a child (and scare their children silly).

I did manage to gather myself enough to tell Carter to stay in his chair, there was glass everywhere. My next thought was, "oh no, my Deep Dish Covered Baker! We have a covered dish lunch after church on Sunday!" (that would be in my Paula Deen voice,....ya'll!)

I bet your wondering what all this has to do with pedicures.

My poor foot was still hurting. I thought that if I sat down it would be better in a few minutes. Then I started feeling nauseous. The weird wavy kind of nausea that I have only felt a very few times in my life. The kind of nausea that I have only ever felt when I have broken a bone.

Sure enough. I have two fractured metatarsal bones in my foot and a dislocated something or other. So about the time I flop my poor foot up on the table to be x-rayed, my inner Paris Hilton ('cause really, don't we all have one of those?) was really wishing that I'd have gotten a pedicure sometime in the last couple of months....or at the very least last week when I polished my toenails with my sandals on because I was in a big hurry, that I'd at least have bothered to go back and polish my little toe, which couldn't be seen or polished with my sandals on. It was seen today though in all it's unpolished glory, right next to the other four bright coral ones. That is so not hot!

Also not hot, is the lovely "boot" that I will be sporting for the next several weeks. Have you ever walked in ski boots? You know how they kind of throw you forward? This does the same thing. Plus, it really puts a kink into the platform shoes I was planning on wearing with my hottie Halloween costume. Dern. Guess that will have to wait til another year.


hahahahaha! ...as if!