Day 120- Toes

Howdy!

Wouldn't that be nice?

Memory #120

            Writing memories in bulk is difficult and tedious, I apologize if they start getting skimpier and skimpier as the days progress. I will try my best not too! The next bone I broke was my pinky toe...at least this is the first time I broke my toe. I think I broke it when I was in fifth grade. Around this time my mom started getting involved in our neighborhoods Bunco group/also just really enjoying bunco in general. So this one time my mom decided to have a bunco party with basically all of my friend's moms and then I was allowed to have all of my friends over to have my own kind of party upstairs. My brother and father were to have a boys night out so as to escape all of the estrogen that was going down at our house. In my little party, that was being held in my room, there was about 12 different girls all different ages and all super hyped up on sugar and excitement since we were around other people. We decided to start playing typical girl party games, so basically we started playing truth and dare. (Duh) Anyways we were all pretty tamed at first, "Wear this hat and dance", "Run in my brother's room with said hat and dance again", and so on and so forth. On one of these fateful dares it got the whole group so pumped that we all had to race out of the room so that we could witness it. On our way out the door I got caught in the stampede of estrogen and tripped over someone's leg and did a little 360 turn action...which basically left my pink toe at a 90 degree angle from my other toes. (gross visual sorry)

           So I come hobbling down the stairs, surprisingly not howling, and found my mom, who instantly panicked. Luckily my father had come home, so of course he could take me to my hospital, right? Wrong. My father found no reason as to why I would need medical attention. Reminder that my pinky toe was at a 90 degree angle from my foot. So my dad made no jump to action. My mom came back to harass my father so that he would take me to the hospital. It was my mom's logic of, "How are we supposed to put shoes on our child tomorrow?" that my dad finally took me to the hospital. So thanks mom, without you I would have a weird toe still. (P.S. I love you dad but your immediate action should've been to whisk me away to the hospital just saying)

Love always,

Erin