I think I'm going to grab a saucepan from under the cabinet real quick like, to brown a bit of sausage. (Yes, brown a bit of sausage...in a saucepan.) And I did, pulling out a one pound fourteen ounce can of coffee on to my toe, in the process. Distal phalanx four, to be exact, right foot. Slow motion is how I felt after it fell. OHHhhhh. I waited for the pain. It hurt. Maggie turned her head from side to side, a little concerned. Breathe in, breathe out. No big deal, it will pass. It passed, but not before concerned Maggie Rose ran across it.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Why was a can of coffee in my cookware cabinet? It's convenient, right under my coffee maker.
I've yet to remove my sock. I'm afraid distal phalanx 4, right foot, will fall out on the floor. I'm so grateful it was the tip. We don't even need the tip of our toe, it's for cosmetic purposes only.
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