I broke my baby toe this week.
In a moment of utter stupidity or semi-blindness, I whacked it right into one of our Pier One pine kitchen stools. Whatever they tell you about pine, it's not a soft wood when body parts are involved.
Four days later, it still hurts like hell, the nail is trying to fall off, and underneath my Scarlet nail polish, I think the damn thing is turning black. And did I mention it hurts?
Tomorrow I'm supposed to go get a pedicure, but I haven't decided if I'm ready for them to handle my delicate little foot yet. I wonder how you say "don't touch my baby toe, damnit" in Mandarin.