Toe Jam

So I have been trying to run....like I don't run enough in my life. Not the kind of running around I normally do--taking kids from one end of town to the other and back again in my ever-so-cool minivan. But truly running for me, for my health, for some peace of pounding the pavement ALONE. Well, mostly alone. I seem to have neighbors who always want to join me or I "run" into along the way and then before you know it, I am side-tracked into talking, much like I just got side-tracked just now..........which I do love the side benefit of catching up with everyone!! OK, so back to my drama for this week. I have my darling nephews from Mississippi here visiting and they were out playing basketball in the driveway. (Yes, that would make 5 boys for the past two weeks!!) So I decide to play the good mom and take them out a tray of drinks. On a glass tray. Can you say NOT SMART?? Running has become fun, trying to run lopsided with a bandaged toe screaming to be let out of a tennis shoe. Let this be your lesson for the week: Do not carry drinks out to the driveway on a glass tray while boys have balls in their hands. So I set it down, teetering it on Elisabeth's 'playground', turn to see one of the boys' super-awesome basketball moves, and next thing I feel is it smashing into pieces on my foot. I have two cuts on my two smallest toes. And my baby toe is officially broken. It is turned out in a very un-natural position. I thought about taking a picture of it all swollen and purple and cut and twisted but then thought I really do like ya'll and don't want anyone getting sick. So public service announcement of the day is don't get Toe Jam like me. Use a plastic tray please.