MY vacation was spent tending to my toenail.
My stupid sister, Shell, decided to be funny...
"Boy, I'll give you a dollar if you run over there and do your best football tackle on Aunt P" As I was walking, IN THE DARK, back to the fire.
So the Boy runs over, I can see his outline running towards us, then he ducks and as he goes in for a grapple of my legs, he ALSO does his best slide into home ON MY FOOT.
I don't remember what happened right after that. I only remember the fire and pain that started on my big toe and as I felt it in the dark, I feel that my ENTIRE big toenail has bent backwards. I struggle to hold on to Am while pressing it back down.
Yes, it bled, yes, Shell is laughing hysterically now, and yes, the Boy feels awful, but runs to collect his dollar.
The next morning we had to clip it as far as I could stand it to be clipped, and cleaned and wrapped. Looks lovely.
Of course, the other part of our camping weekend was great. Even though those beotches that call themselves my sisters left the FLOODED campsite for the Man and I, it was fairly dry by the time we got there to sent up our TENT.
We had a lot of laughs, lots of food, and as always, good memories to last me into old age with my siblings!
So I do have good memories of the camping, but wow, the toe thing still freakin' hurts!!! 
2 comments:
Ok...eeeeww Pee. Your foot...your dirty, yucky, puss foot is on the internet.
You "ladies" need to stay home or stop your sister from drinking. Sheesh! Did anybody speak to "the boy" about NOT ever listening to Auntie Shel when she um....had a little too much happy juice? or just in general knowing her.
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