I am such a toe-stumper. The week we went to Greece for our wedding, while I was packing, I stumped my big toe on this huge gothic cathedral book I had just checked out from the libray. It was so painful! It got all purple and swollen. I limped onto the plane wearing one shoe and one flipflop. Fortunately having to sit still for countless hours helped my toe get better and I was able to put my shoes on by the time we arrived in Sweeden for the connecting flight.

I have a frequent history of less significant toe-stumping incidents.

Last night I stumped my little toe on a corner wall in my office. I must have been walking really fast because it really hurt in that shuttering, just-try-to-breathe-through-it kind of way. I put ice on it, moaned, took some ibuprofen and propped it up while we watched the Sunday night HBO shows.

It is feeling a little better this morning. There is a nice little purple bruise around the bottom side of it. Anyway, I guess I am kind of a clutz. James thinks maybe it is a sign to slow down.