Any of you who know me in real life will know that I tend to be just a wee bit accident prone... I blame it on the fact that I am left handed and am always having to compensate for the fact that I live in a backwards world.
For those of you who don't know me I'll give you a few examples: I fell down the front stairs last summer and broke my foot. Granted I had had a couple of glasses of wine, but I was far from drunk! I might have bounced better if I had had a few more...
In February, I fell all the way down my cellar stairs when going down to put wood into our furnace. I was home with younger son, who wasn't feeling well. Mr. Me was away on business. Older son was at school. I have confirmed that my littlest boy knows what to do if he finds Mom unconscious at the foot of the stairs.
I twisted my ankle getting my mail at the community mail box recently. It isn't lit, and during the winterish months, I arrive home after dark. I was afraid that I had really damaged it - again!
Jumping off the boat at the wharf usually results in "road rash". I always land on my feet, but then stumble.
I have been known to walk into lamp posts... And fire hydrants... I no longer use seam rippers for anything... It was just too dangerous for both the garments and my hands.
So - are you getting the picture?
But this is terrible from many perspectives! DO NOT OPEN if you are squeamish. I hope that her poor foot heals quickly (puncture wounds can be so nasty) and that her sock receives a decent burial...