This Is What I Get for Trying to Be Productive...

Since we've been home for...oh, two weeks now, I thought I would get all of our suitcases tucked back away in the attic today. After dutifully inspecting each to make sure it was truly empty, then nesting each one inside the other, I lugged them up the stairs. As usual, there were some things that had to be moved before I could put them back in their proper attic spot. Once the clutter had been moved out of the way, I took one heaving breath...and did this.

Oh........my..........gosh. I had pulled my big toenail all the way back. It was only hanging on at the base of the nailbed. (*Shudder*) I frantically started yelling for Riley, who could not decide whether Mom (who was rolling around on the floor at this point) was laughing or crying. Once she understood what had happened, she had the utmost sympathy for me - being that she ripped her pinky fingernail off after slamming it in the car door last summer. Well, what exactly does one do when you have an almost-ripped-off-toenail??? I called my mom. After some "OOOh-ing" she basically told me I could go the emergency room and let them "surgically" remove it, or I could suck it up and wait for it to fall off. Wow - what appealing options. My next move...call Clint, at the fire station. I knew there was nothing he could do, but I was looking for some sympathy. So, here we are after ice, Advil, and an afternoon on the couch with the foot propped up Googling advice for "dangling big toenail". Here's what I want to know. Is the thing really going to just fall off? Because right now it seems to be stuck right back on there!?! And how long does it take to grow a brand-spanking-new big toenail? Tammi, just imagine how they'll talk about me (in Chinese, of course!) when I go back for a pedicure. And I had just painted all 10 of them with the brand new sparkly black polish too. Dang...