Jun 4, 2011


So during all our fun poolside hijinks, I stepped in a crack and while my mother's back did not in fact break, I did get cut by a piece of glass that some idiot had taken poolside and broken.  At least, I thought I got cut by a piece of glass.  In reality, I got cut and the chunk of glass took up residence in the bottom of my foot for about 36 hours.  Finally, on Sunday morning when it was still bothering me, I mean REALLY bothering me, Damon took a look and extracted this from my foot...

So, the moral of the story is, if you step on glass, have someone else look at it for you and maybe you won't have to limp around for a day and a half.

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