the toe of doom

current song: Maroon5 - Secret

So, yesterday I stubbed my toe on the leg of the wicker cabinet rather violently, and it seems to have turned a gruesome shade of purple. I couldn't resist taking a picture of it, so for your enjoyment: the Toe. The picture's actually kind of pretty, I think, disregarding the fact that Toes should most certainly not be that color.

In my shameful neglect of this weblog, I forgot to talk about my fourth of July celebrations. Although I've completely forgotten what happened in the morning and afternoon, I do remember that I begged Mum that we go out and do something "festive." Recalling last year's Cold Stone consumption, I suggested we go there. So we merrily made our way to Arapahoe Crossings where we purchased and consumed ice cream and then dawdled a while in Borders. After being unceremoniously ejected from the store (don't you hate it when the guy on the loudspeaker gives you a million warnings that the store's closing? I mean, what are we doing, we're trying to concentrate on deciding what to buy before the store closes! We don't need some random employee to interrupt us every minute to tell us we'll need to leave soon!) we drove around in the car observing the impressive displays of illegal fireworks. And that was all. But it was still fun. And I was proud of myself for remembering that last year we had watched a movie and eaten ice cream.

My trip looms. I'm a bit concerned about my toe, seeing as how we'll be doing loads of walking and whatever walking I did today (we went shopping) managed to turn it from a tame-looking dark mark near the toenail to the current purple monstrosity.

In other, exciting news, I now have my driver's license. I took the test on Thursday and passed with 95%. Goody, I got an A. Haha. When I got to book club Sara had spelled "CONGRATS" out with popcorn. Lovely warm fuzzies. ^.^ I don't plan on driving anytime soon though.

So I now know how to play four square, and how to climb up on a roof (well, with a bit of help). I saw illegal fireworks (unimpressive ones, unfortunately) and got spit at and got a flower and gave it to the toad statue on Danika's doorstep. I'm kind of sorry I left it, but I'm sure the toad will appreciate it just as much as I did. I got plenty of pictures, most of them bad but some of them respectable. It was nice.

I think I'll start wearing my hair down more now. The best person to make me feel pretty is myself.