Day 48: Three broken toes.

First, I just have to say, that before I write every night, I spend time looking at other people's blogs. I love how funny some of them are--love how real others are. I'm nearly always impressed with what I find there. So, if you're a blogger like me and you wonder if anyone ever reads what you write, maybe it'll make you happy to know that I probably do.

Now, on to the story of "This Little Piggie."

This little piggy went to make dinner,
and This little piggy got stubbed.
This little piggy had bruises,
but This little piggy had none.
But this little piggy, the tiniest piggy of all?
Tripped on my daughter's Body Book and cried "Eee ee eeee!" all the way home.

Seriously?? THREE broken toes at once. How pathetic/clumsy am I? It's just because I resolved to exercise more, I think.

And yes, that was my creative exercise for the night. *little chuckle*