September 25, 2013 by Heather
I had a toenail removed yesterday because, well, it looked like the nail of an 87-year-old man. Kind of always has, actually. Anyone else out there have a janky toe you’d like to own up to? It’s embarrassing, right? And I only made it worse by telling the podiatrist that my friends call it a turtle shell. Then after he removed it I asked if I could keep it. Why do I do things like that?
I have the pain tolerance of an ant or something, so my toe has been THROBBING and I am limping/crawling all over the place. I didn’t realize until I woke up at 8:34am (!!!) this morning that Andrew had decided to stay home from work to watch Parker so I could rest. He is, without a doubt, my absolute hero. Always. I was either in bed or on the couch all day long, Praise Jesus. Add some aleve in there and a few cookies, and I am feeling much better.
Our amazing neighbors brought over some homemade bread, farm butter, and honey this afternoon to help ease my toe pain. Isn’t that the sweetest thing ever? That is darn good bread, too. Carbs are the way to my heart. And my thighs, but whatever.
Oh yeah, then there’s this guy who is always good for a laugh or two: