I can’t even begin to tell you about the pain…
(no. not the torturous pain of playing the billionth game of ’snakes and ladders’ before 10 a.m)
(nada. Not the ginormous pain of watching Anderson Cooper waste his breath on re-hashing the Spitzer story on CNN. & what was that Dumb-A&& Spitzer thinking? Have you SEEN how fab his wife is?)
(nope. Not the moment of painful grapple between very strict budget watching and the new, fabulous, glossy Vanity Fair that not only looks as brilliant as all the other Vanity Fairs, but because it’s a steel color, would just match so perfectly with my new paint choices) 
(nein. Not the ungraceful moment when i jumped for the little badminton thing-a-ma-jig in the backyard, got an apple tree branch stuck in my eye and had my older offspring burst into hysterics as he tried to fight back the urge to call me a lame-o)
(negative. Not the painful waiting period as I start the count-down to the Sex & The City Movie)
But certainly… the pain of stubbing my toe THREE TIMES in one day (all on separate occasions). It’s just SO RIDICULOUS. You know that millisecond right before the nerves get the message to your head about how freaking much it’s going to hurt… and you just have to kind of wait for it? Very, very dumb. And to be honest, I’m not sure why there have to be so many nerves in the medium and little toes. The big one I can concede. But the physical pain is perhaps less horrific than the mental pain. To actually acknowledge that I’m really that clumsy… Well, it makes me want to drink an extra latte for comfort…
If you haven’t already this week, go check out the Rule Your World blog. It’s got some good “spring” Feng Shui tips. Don’t wait. Do it now.
p.s. the VF is worth (as usual) every penny.
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