Oh no!! That’s scary.
My tongue is not glittery any more. The Grandwrex got a big charge outta looking at it. So…that was fun, kinda.
New mishap:
Running up and down the stairs, for various reasons is a daily occurrence. I was going up and caught my left pinkie toe on a edge of the carpeted tread. Ouch!
Broken pinkie toe.
Serious pain. Family in an uproar. Everyone has opinions.:dubious: No one is gonna touch it.
I got tape and taped it to its neighbor and instant relief.
I’ll live.
Hey, let me know if you put up a kickstarter. I’ll be there.
It’s probably got to be organic, gluten free glitter though.
Scold! Scold! Scold!
Barefoot again!
clobbers Beck on the back of the head with a slipper
~VOW
Oh, yeah. I forgot.
Yes, I’ll wear shoes in the house forever more.
I took the duct tape off my toes. (Yes, I used duct tape, nice pink duct tape)
My pinkie toe is a loverly tone of dark purple.
Oh, crap! I may have to go to the foot doctor. I really, REALLY don’t want to do that.
I had the lil’wrekker take pix. Maybe I’ll try sending them pix, tomorrow.
Oh, they’ll be closed tomorrow.
Aaaarrrggghhh!
ETA: I was sitting in the sunlight. The lil’wrekker took the pix and one of my face. I still have glittery highlights. Ivevtakennat least 4 showers since the body spray incident. :smack:
Beck, gesundheit, ouch! And LOL glitter “bomb”
I’ve never heard of “sodium free baking soda” ( isn’t that an oxymoron?) Anyway, no salt doesn’t scare me since my family made an adjustment to a restricted salt diet when I was 6. I’ve been thinking about the recipe I use for waffles. I think I can get away with eliminating the baking powder and soda completely since most of the leavening comes from the beaten egg whites anyway. I’m gonna test it sometime in the next few weeks hopefully.
No bread machine. Bread making is a good time party celebration of good food good friends and over indulgence in wholesome craftwork in the kitchen. Last time I made bread it was eaten as quickly as I pulled it from the pans and none was left of 8 loaves at the end of the day.
Pink duct tape? I’d say that deserves a shot of glittery body spray for maximum effect. 
Here’s one: one of the guys at the sports bar takes a heart pill of some sort every morning. He doesn’t need his glasses; he knows where the pills are in the medicine chest without having to read the label. Until the day he went looking for something, and mixed things up a little bit without realizing the possible consequences.
Next morning, he took his pill (without his glasses), like always. And the next day, and the next, for about a week. He was noticing that he was going to the bathroom a lot more. Turns out, he had inadvertently put laxative pills where his heart pills would normally go.
He’s now known among the regulars at the sports bar, as “Senokot.”
You are just not having a good weekend, Beck. 
Moments of poor vision or distraction are why I get annoyed with DH’s insistence on leaving a can of Lysol on the kitchen counter. I keep worrying that one of these days, I’ll confuse it with cooking spray and toxically disinfect a pan instead of lubricating it.
Do you know what’s nice, grown up adults laughing about my poor injured foot?
My pinkie toe HURTS!
Ok. I know I’m a drama queen. I’ve been breaking toes and taping them my whole life. I was a Pointe dancer many ions ago.
Do you know what’s even nicer?
Four Grandwrex who like my ‘pink duct tape’ and glitter spray (thx, Spoons. Truly inspired) on my left foot. They like it so much I had to find more duct tape. Camo for the boys. Zebra stripe for the girls. Everyone got taped up and every one got glittered up.
I drew a smiley face on 4 cheapo face masks.
So…I have 4 kids running around in a right state! Imagine it, if you will. 
I love the fact these kids like everything I do.
I sense world domination could be mine in the right circumstances.
Their Mom’s are not to happy about my influence. Too bad.
(:))
And everybody thought I was just goofin way back when, the day I declared you Empress!
Hah! Trust not the Farce, they said.
Just a game, they said.
Uncertain the future is, yes, but the Poorly Lighted Side of The Farce is never wrong!
Well, duct tape IS like the force.
Hard to go wrong with duct tape.
This one’s for you, Beck. Sung to the Flintstones theme:
*Beck’s toe!
Look at Beck’s toe!
It’s a glittery abnormality.
From the
State of Arkansas,
She suffered a toe injury.
Glittering up,
All the Gran-Wrekkers’ feet.
They found, when they’re taped up,
Pink tape just can’t be beat.
Beck’s toe,
Look at Beck’s toe,
It’s a “Can’t wear a shoe time,
I’m waiting through time,
I’m gonna walk in time!”
Big Wrrrekkk! …*
Spoons! Dude!
Golf clap.
We sent pix of my purple toe and swollen foot to the Podiatrist.
They said to stay home.
Man, I can’t get any sympathy. :smack:
Maybe try applying some glitter to your purple toe*.
Won’t help heal it, but might make it look more pretty & cheerful.
- Externally only, please!
The lil’wrekker brought me a thing of purple sparkly toe nail polish.
Yeah, she thinks she’s funny.
Well, I think she is funny, too!
Better than being all gloomy right now.
She is a blessing to have around.