Wounded Toe

Last night I was intent on a task, strolling barefoot through the house and I came into sharp realization as to how treacherous it is to live with a drummer.

I walked right into one of J's drum thrones.

Now, for those of you that aren't familiar with drum equipment, let me sum up by saying it is commonly referred to as "Hardware". My toe agrees that this nomenclature is accurate.

I don't think it is broken, but it certainly still smarts on top. There is a weensy red mark, but it belies the agony! Oh, cruel world, deny me not the vision of suffering that torments my soul!

Super cute shoes though, eh? Fifteen bucks!!