really, why is it always my toes?

Or my feet? Seriously.

Matthew had his dumbbells laying out, and I bashed my foot right into them as I was walking past. Left foot, bare of course because I'm inside, in my nightgown. I think the littlest toe might be broken -- it's bruising up pretty nicely (so is the area in between it and the toe beside it) and it looks kind of... at an odd angle. I mean, I don't know for sure, since I can still move it, after a fashion. But either way, I suspect wearing shoes come Monday is going to be problematical.

I told Matthew that while I know he didn't leave things deliberately where I might bash into them, this is exactly what I've feared would happen. Hopefully he'll do better now, keeping his things picked up and out of the way.

Ouch :(