It's Sweetnesday!
In May, while ascending the stairs with both hands full of Sweetie's breakfast and bowls, I managed to hook my left big toe in the billowy fabric of my right pajama bottom.
As I fell forward, desperately trying to keep all cat food contained, the strain on my toe was extreme.
I had a purple toe for many weeks, and pain.
Was chuffed that I hadn't spilled anything!
Now, in September, the toe still aches.
I bit the bullet, and saw a doctor last week.
He said, "See that extra piece there? Well, it's not supposed to be there!"
Yup, I'd broken my toe, and nope, nothing to do about it.
The doc said come back if it still hurts in a year, as that is how long this type of thing takes to heal.
If I'd splashed that gushy, smelly stuff all over the staircase, Sweetie would have been upset with having to wait until after the clean-up for noms.
What's a broken toe when her schedule must be maintained?
Queen Sweet the First: "Harrumph! Such histrionics, servant. Allow me to show you how much I appreciate your sacrifice on...my...be...half....Zzzz...zzzz....zzzz..."
And how many folks trip going UP the stairs?
I have talent!
It has been mentioned by a certain somebody that these pajamas are DANGEROUS and should be binned immediately.
But looky, they are my favorite flannel pair, and there are Meowy Catmas Cats.
Perhaps I'll add elastic to keep them from being so billowy.
Sweetie says: "Zzz..zzz...zzzz..."
