"Look, something shiny!"

Today, I was making our bed while watching HGTV and having a heated debate in my head. "Man, we need a bigger house." vs. "Why can't you just be happy with what you have, Les?" And then I headed into the bathroom to clean all that nasty spit spatter off the mirror, y'all know what I'm talking about. How does that even happen anyway!? That's when the doorframe jumped out and hit my pinky toe. I screamed. Ricardo seemed a bit distracted, but asked if I was okay.

"I think I broke my toe!" *Without even cussing, by the way.

And that's when my usually super sensitive and supportive husband says, "Oh well, nothing you can do about that." And then walked off on his own pain free two feet.

I wiggled my toe until it looked like it was swelling into place and the bathroom will remain dirty for the next week. Clearly, we need a bigger house since I'm running into things all the time.

For the last few weeks, I've really been trying to write and workout everyday. If writer's block resembles Dory from Nemo, then I've got it. "Look, something shiny!" might as well be my daily mantra. I have managed to get to the gym and go to my favorite classes and workout.

My problem with the gym is I like the people there. So my "workout" at the gym takes a while. Like, half a day kind of a while. My one hour workouts turn into 3 hours real fast.

Meanwhile, I'm attending another writer's workshop, an extended version of the last one I attended. And in doing so, I have homework - an assignment I've known about for 4 months is now due in one week. But Ellen Degeneres as a blue and black striped fish is ruining me. When I'm working out, I get fabulous and creative writing ideas. But when I go home to write, the laundry, dishes, dog, dinner, kids' school volunteer activities and something shiny await.

Perhaps the broken toe is a bide of time - one solid week of writing. No working out. And if I can get away with it, no laundry, perhaps we eat out all week, and the dog walks herself. It's as if the gods of writing are exclaiming, "Look Leslie, Something shiny! It's your toe!"

Man, I'm really putting myself out there. The bruising is about the prettiest part of this picture.

Have you ever thought about what your pinky toe does for you? I mean, really thought about it. Stop and thank your pinky toes right now. It turns out, when you walk up and down stairs, your toes help grip for balance. Wearing a shoe is a delicate subject right now. I'd gotten over limping until I couldn't bare to wear my $5 Old Navy flip flops to church and for Jesus and my own pride, opted on very soft and flimsy ballet slipper shoes. OUCH. Let the limping resume. I'm sure all the parishioners assumed I just had knee replacement surgery. But alas, no. It's my stinking pinky toe.

So, I'm taking this moment to check out and sit down and disable myself from all the busy shiny stuff in my life. A solid week of writing and sitting. And icing.

That's how I roll.
Song of the day: Every Day I Write The Book Of Love - by Elvis Costello (Might be the funnest musician's website ever) I'm just sayin.