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  • 04 October 2005
    I Won!!!
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    So, I have this tendency to play this game with myself. It's called "I Don't Think I Can Get Any Dumber". To play, I just tell myself whenever I screw something up that "Hey, at least it wasn't like that one time where you..."

    But yesterday, I won the game. My antics involved all of the winning components: cooking, a new recipe, a trip to the ER on a Sunday, and being lapsed on my health insurance. I am so frustrated with myself that I almost didn't post about it, even though I have spent the bulk of the last 24 hours laying on our (fabulous) couch.

    Yesterday, I decided that I was going to try out a recipe for pumpkin bread in preparation for Matt's upcoming birthday. After going to the store for the rest of the ingredients, I went into the house, kicked of my shoes, and prepared to go into Full Housewife Mode. I set the ingredients on the counter, and spun gracefully around to preheat the oven.

    At this point you should know that the kitchen in our apartment is covered with a short, dense carpet that has already been pronounced Incredibly Stupid by both of us.

    As I neared the end of my spin, I felt something sharp go into the side of my foot. I grabbed my foot and noticed that a large toothpick (the kind I use to test cakes) was protruding from my foot. I gasped and pulled it out, only to realize I was holding a broken 1/2 of a toothpick. At this point, I yelled for Matt. He went to the store and bought some tweezers, then came home and tried to pull the rest of the log out of my foot. he couldn't, so we went to the ER.

    After a moderate wait, and a few useless X-rays, the doctor told me he wasn't completely sure that there was still wood in my foot, despite the swelling, pain, and large red lump on my foot. He said he didn't want to just dig around, which I appreciated, but he just gave me some Aleve and told me to call the foot doctor. Sad.

    So I've been crutching around and cursing my swollen foot. Boo for being stupid.