Of course it is BROKEN.

August 11th, 2009

If you have been reading this blog for any length of time whatsoever you already know I am; A. a total goofball, and B. incredibly clumsy. Today we learned that the little clumsy apple did not fall far from the tree. After the events of this past weekend (the end of which I spoil with the title) I had to go dig through an old college scrapbook to find a picture for you.

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This is me. (I am so ashamed to admit I was 20 when this picture was taken. I am the one in the sombrero, the other ghost shall remain nameless for her protection.) I was on my way to burst in on my suitemates who shared a bathroom with us in the dorms at Alma Mater. I almost WISH I could say I was drunk, but I was stone cold sober….just a huge dork. The plan? To “scare” them. Because college girls are always scared of pink ghosts with large pink sombreros.

These were taken today.

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Guess who has taken to throwing a blanket over his head and pretending he is a ghost? Yup. My banging on the door of three year old.

Like so many stories of ours which end with trips to the doctor or frantic calls to poison control, this one begins with me having to pee. Seriously if I could just learn to stop doing that already The Son would be so much safer. Right, so I was peeing. A little ghost threw open the door to the bathroom and yelled, “BOO MAMA! I a ghost!” I responded, “Ack! I am so scared, now go run and scare Daddy.” I hear little feet running down the hallway and then a SMACK! Followed by an, “AGHHHHHAAOWIE MAAAAMAAAA!”

Crap.

The Husband got there first since I ALWAYS thoroughly wash my hands. The little pinky toe is already swelling and turning weird colors. The little teeny baby toenail is cracked all the way down. We discuss the ER but, what are they going to do even if it is broken? Nothing, right? A night of NO sleep for ANYONE at the Huckablog World Headquarters due to the wails of, “MAAAMAAA! DAAAADDEEE! My itsy toe HURTS on my whole leg!” changed our minds. He got ANOTHER x-ray, and has his second broken bone in less than three years. No cast or even tape, just some narcotics for bedtime and the knowledge that it will hurt for awhile. I swear we are good parents y’all, but who else’s kid even does stuff like that?

Moral of the story is  if you are going to be a ghost, make sure the blanket over your head has a loose weave, and no running.

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2 Responses to “Of course it is BROKEN.”

  1. Crystal on August 13, 2009 10:06 pm

    Awww, poor little guy! I’m the only person I know who’s made it to adulthood without ever breaking a bone (knock on wood). Sorry your little ghost won’t be able to say the same, but I’m sure he’ll be back to his old self in no time!

  2. JHJ on August 15, 2009 6:27 am

    I’ve made it to 26 without breaking any bones that I’m aware of, but there have been a few times I’ve suspected I broke a toe.

    The allure of sheet-ghost is strong, and claims thousands of victims a year.

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