So I was getting some ice from the freezer and Lloyd was headed down to the basement. A wicked, mean ice cube fell down and smashed my innocent toe.
Me: “Aaaarrrrggggllllle!”
Lloyd (from the stairs): “You ok?”
Me: “Gggggggaaarrmmm…”
Lloyd (faintly, because he is now all the way in the basement, not rushing to my aid): “There, there.”
Brad says
Maybe Lloyd is in collusion with the ice cubes and secretly wishes your toe to be dead. Has your toe wronged him in some way?
Lloyd says
I can’t even count the number of ways that that toe has wronged me.
Lauren's mom says
Which is harder, -- a rock or a piece of ice the same size?
Deborah says
Did you put ice on it to make it feel better?
Peggy says
Hehe! You funny Deborah!
Speaking of ice, maybe you could try this Lauren--for no good reason other than you like to tinker. I think you have most of the supplies already.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0kNUupbVTkE
Mary Ellen says
A bit of the hair of the dog?