I start work tomorrow. Obviously finding the right shoes was a high priority task for this weekend. I needed two pairs: one to walk to work in, and one for work. And despite the torrential rainstorm, I found both! Beautiful pumps with sneaker technology and a high enough heel that pants actually fit instead of dragging on the floor--these were easy to find, as I knew exactly what I was looking for and there was a store close by that had them. Fabulous. Then I found a cute pair of sandals that are flat with awesome arch support and a closed toe so I can wear them to walk to work in, with hose on, without looking like a complete fashion disaster. No tennis shoes with a suit, thanks.
I was unpacking a box last night--the box contained both lightbulbs and a crucial lampshade as well as artwork yet the movers only labeled it as artwork--when the floor reached up and stabbed me. I shrieked, TFL came running (all 5 steps), and I pulled an exacto knife blade out of my foot. It was buried pointy side in, something less than half an inch.
Wow, your foot can really bleed. I only got one drop on the rug, though! And because I had unpacked the bathroom boxes already I could tell TFL exactly where to find the gauze and the first aid kit he insisted on keeping even though I thought it was too big to haul around with us. Um, yeah.
I haven't looked at it again. Don't worry, I'm not getting red streaks up my leg or anything, it just throbs when I have it down and hurts if I put too much weight on that one spot but otherwise it's not bad. But that it will heal in time for me to happily wear my darling new shoes tomorrow, I doubt. Poo.
By the way, that picture was taken by me on TFL's ultrafancy new phone, which explains its poor focus (me) and low resolution (phone). The phone is pretty awesome though. I've named it Jeeves, as it knows all and is a darn handy thing to have around.