the story of the broken toe...

there is a girl, "a very pretty girl", many say, in a far-away land...so far away, in fact, that although the people speak english, it's sometimes like a different english...you see, they pronounce it 'zee' here, not 'zed'...and...oh, silly me, i am getting off track here...back to the girl in the far-away land of california in the united states of america...

well, last afternoon she decided she was going to make a special dinner for her betrothed...she went to the local market, so to speak, and purchased a lovely mylar balloon to put on the table next to dinner...she searched and searched high and low for one that would speak of her love for this man...you'd think she could find one that said 'i love you' on it, but no, she had to settle for 'to brighten your day'...it was that, or happy birthday...she should sue the market for not having her balloon, after all, people everywhere sue for sillier things all the time...oops, off track again...

so, she comes homes, gets dinner in the oven, candles on the table, cleans the house, puts the dog outside...

finally, it is all ready, candles are lit, which she had to borrow matches from the very nice, but VERY chatty neighbor, but, the candles are lit, dinner is ready, dishes are set out, sparkling cider is out, lights are dimmed, fine...lights are off...the shades are drawn, and the music of frank sinatra is softly playing in the background...now, the wait begins...he was due home around 5:15...she knows he has left the police station...she had called him to see where he was, he still has to pick up the pie she has been 'craving' all day...it was a ploy to get dessert without him being suspicious...

and she waits...

and waits...

and waits some more...

she is trying to do final preps, and decides to watch for him from the upstairs window, and runs to the washroom to watch and *crack*...she slams and bends back her poor baby toe on something lying on the floor...so, she hops to the bathroom window trying not to yell out any bad words...

the phone rings, who could it be??? yes, he is now just picking up dessert...at 5:50...so, they talk about the dessert to pick up...on her way back to the washroom *crack*...on the same flippin' item on the floor, she slams and bends her poor baby toe AGAIN!!! she could not avoid the bad word this time around...she tried real hard...HONEST, mum, she did...

so, this very pretty girl has now slammed and bent back her toe two times in 5 minutes and as it throbs and puffs up and looks uglier than normal (she thinks she has ugly toes)...poor girl.

so, now, the next day, the girl is under strict orders from her betrothed to lay on the couch all day, resting and watching tv...poor girl...

i guess she will have to pick up the item that broke her toe tomorrow...

THE END