Watch Where You're Going. Srsly.

So,I think I broke a couple of toes tonight,at least one for certain. I can't put any pressure on them,even foot-to-carpet for walking purposes. Aside from icing the hell out of my poor lil' piggies,and loading up on Excedrin,there doesn't seem to be a whole lot to do but wait for the bones to mend. Really wishing I had a pair of grandpa-style orthopedic shoes to wear on the sales floor tomorrow,I'm gonna be in misery.Speaking of Misery,it feels kinda like Kathy Bates developed a killer crush on me,and smashed my toes with her sledgehammer to keep me from leaving the house.Except that its like 90 degrees of hot outside,rather than a raging blizzard.And I'm not a published author,(yet).

If it hurts too much tomorrow, you'd best believe I'll be executing a Ferris(Bueller).I don't have any friends with a$$-kicking cars,or have the sights of downtown Chicago at my disposal,but I'd still have a good time.

*Wishes for a speedy recovery(and nurse strip-o-grams) welcome.*


On the plus side,check out this awesome cardigan I scored on Etsy the other nite. I'd been watching it for about a week,had the seller put a hold on it,and snagged it on payday.Who says we shouldn't f***ing remember the 80s (possibly early 90s,not really sure which)?





And no,this isn't me. I will rock it once it shows up in my mailbox,unlike this manorexic dude with his static mannequin pose (seriously-check out that vein work in those itty bitty wrists!).