So there I was, walking through the living room, talking on the phone to my mom, and carrying a laundry basket full of clean clothes.
And much like back in November, I slammed my toe into a chair. Pretty sure this one is broken, too.
I swear we are buying some of that European cardboard furniture and getting rid of this heavy antique stuff we have all over the dang place. Family heirlooms? More like antique torture devices. Anyone up for some sewing table water-boarding?
Anybody have 69 Euro you want to donate to my toe preservation fund?