So, tonight I walked into my bathroom and impaled my foot. With the back of an earring that was on the floor, along with some other jewelry I left there after selecting some to get rid of, which I did after my jewelry box fell off the counter, which is when the mirror fell out and stabbed my toe. Anyway, I stepped on this massive go-80s earring (think hanging down to the shoulders) and it didn't even fall off when I picked up my foot. I had to remove it. So, then I was thinking about reflexology. What if that puppy stabbed the nerve ending that's connected to my heart? How would you feel when you heard the news item about the bizarre case of the Northern California youth whose heart stopped in her sleep after she stepped on an earring earlier in the evening? And the news anchor would purse her lips to look grim, and cast her eyes down for a moment before introducing the sports guy. They'd show my senior picture in the corner and everyone would think "What a shame . . . she had so much potential" and briefly wonder if they, too, will die in a freak accident, and how lame that would be. |