i'm staring at my foot. because my left pinkie toe is broken. why is it broken you ask??? because YESTERDAY when i was working, M demanded that i make her a hotdog, i opened the fridge to grab the franks and a giant bottle of german beer fell onto my foot. all i wanted in life was to scream every obscenity in my brain but i had to keep my cool in front of the kids and calmly purse my lips and keep the rage held in. and i did so quite nicely. but now i can't wear close-toed shoes until the broken pinkie toe heals.