Yesterday the Little Crime Wave wanted to blow bubbles. Of course, as they always do, they immediately dumped the “Bubble Juice™” all over the patio.
Being the resourceful gal that I am, I made more “bubble juice™” using Dawn dishwashing detergent and water.
Yup, they both call it bubble juice™. I am thinking of selling it under that name.
Yeah, well, they were mostly just dumping the bluish crap all over the patio.
This would be fine, but it created a skating rink out of our entire back patio.
So…wait for it…when I went out there to turn off the flipping hose (after Grand Master H nailed his innocent sister in the head with a jet of water and lost hose privileges) I do a little Dorothy Hamill-style triple Lutz move and destroy my left big toe and the toe next to it.
What is that toe called anyway? Okay, in the world of fingers, it would be your index finger (assuming that your big toe is a thumb or your Great Toe as my slightly wacky grandmother used to say).
Anyway, everyone kept asking me if I was okay. I was so not okay.
Yeah, I don’t accept help easily or well. When I finally got it together enough to look at the damage, I was all bloody.
So let’s review.
Got up at 3:17 with her Ladyship, Duchess of the Dark, Our Lady of Perpetual Pre-Dawn Torture, Famous Baby C.
Took Archie to the vet, which turned out to be the high point of my day.
Smashed two pretty important toes.
I am pretty much ready for bed, so are my toes.