Well, shit.
My left hip was just starting to feel better, the last two days have been booked, and I was feeling good. Then I opened a drawer that had a broken cabinet door leaning against it. I yanked the drawer open to grab a brush that Vaness was lending me so I could tame the blah locks of my tempest tossed look. Enter door- stage left. It attacks my ring toe(next to pinky toe), and ker-aash! The door falls on my foor but miracously doesnt crush the rest of my foot. My ring toe is selflessly suffering for the whole foot. The bleeding, twice cursed, motherfucking knob on the door has landed squarely on my toe. Oh fudge. Only I didn't say fudge. I hopped up and down, spitting and hissing like a wet cat. Oooh I was mad. I flipped the cabinet off then turned to notice the two salon clients watching me anxiously. I slapped on huge grin and apologized before shuffling off to the massage room to curse and weep in privacy. I made it through the next two 90 minute massages. I went home after t...