'Out, damned spot -- out, I say . . . who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?' ~ Wm. Shakespeare
I have always said that housework is evil! Today while doing the dishes, I went to the garage to put the rice cooker back on the shelf (when your house is only 925 sq. ft you get creative with storage) and as I stepped on the back shelf I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I thought maybe it was a fox tail but when I felt the bottom of my foot I found a shard of glass. I think this may be from the baking dish I broke a week ago. I thought I had cleaned up all the pieces, but obviously I missed one. Balancing on one foot I managed to get the rice cooker on the shelf and then I removed the shard. I hopped back to the kitchen and examined the glass.
Then I looked down.
Holy POO! I felt like I was in an episode of CSI. I did not realize my foot would bleed so much. I thought about hoisting my leg into the sink but realized that would not be sanitary so I hopped to the bathroom leaving a trail behind me. The cats thought this was some kind of a game and followed me into the bathroom jumping on the sink. Nice to know if I ever keel over at home I will have company!