Some people have really exciting lives.Â I don’t, except for the odd moments of extreme fear, anger, happiness, mixed in with the day to day goings on.Â For example,Â aÂ few weeks ago I was going to Extra Foods with the kids.Â Just as Grant was getting out of the back seat and about to race over to where the shopping carts are, I heard a roaring motor and a SUV, driven by an idiot, went flying by at about 80 klicks. In the parking lot no less!Â Well, all my supernatural Mommy powers were focused on shooting my right hand out to grab Grant’s collar. At the same time,Â there were no powers left to move my left hand out of the closing door of my own vehicle! Ow, ow, ow!
So, I’ve had this mangled black nail since the end of January. The drama that really keeps me on the edge of seat is wondering if I’m going to lose that nail.
Here is a picture of the nail taken a few days after it happened:
Strangely enough, its hardly changed.
Here is a photo, take just moments ago:
Years ago when I played ladies* rugby for ayear I got stomped on really badly by cleats and lost both my big toenails. That happened within a week. So now I’m left to wonder if I’ll lose this nail. Maybe some people in the blogsphere have more experience than me so I ask you to vote:
I tried to insert a pollÂ here but it won’t work. Typical.
I’d love to hear your vote anyway, in the comments!Â
*Â I use the term ‘ladies’ loosely. Most of the team was made up of nurses from the Jubilee Hospital who were looking play a bit of Rugby but mostly to find fit, rugby playing guys to flange.Â