I peed in the wrong pool

My momma always told me, stupid is as stupid does.

So, I just get done blogging, post my blog, sign off on my computer, and head for work.
Step out the door, foot to the ground, and WHAM! Step on a damned screw that was in a "piece of art" of Liz's. More like a PIECE OF SHIT! Ya, I said it.

So now I am trying to hop around, the "art" was on about a 2x3 piece of wood, BUT everytime I move my foot, the damned board moves with me. FUCK!

So now I am yelling mother fucker over and over cuz I can't quite shake the thing, until I fall over into the garbage cans, now it finally falls off my foot. Mother fucker!

Blood is gushing out, it's a pretty good hole in my foot, about the size of an eraser and a little over an inch deep, again, mother fucker!

I finally had to open the door and yell mother fucker, before my daughter realized something was wrong. Now I really didn't want to trail blood around the house, so I tell her to get a towel, she is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, it didn't help I was still yelling mother fucker and telling her to do like 5 things now!

Finally, after calling work and telling them I was going for Tetnus shot and getting in the car, my daugther driving like a madman, things begin to calm down. I tell my daughter to slow down, it's not like it's an emergency.

So, all's well, that end's well. I now have ANOTHER perscription, add that to my list of have to takes. My pills look that they just came out of the movie "Valley of the Dolls", all different colors and sizes, greens, reds, whites, yellows. hmmmmmmmmmmm