toe day’s post

So, ever since I hurt my toe, Scott and I have been going back and forth. He texts me. I text him. I laugh my guts out.

It all started when I was writing the post about my toe [apparently] not being broken after all. I’m still having a hard time accepting that, especially when I made such a big deal out of it, boohooing all over the place, limping, crying, throwing up.

So I texted him asking what was the word he said it probably was instead of being broken. Just the night before he said, “Are you sure it’s not just . . . [couldn’t think of the word.] He texted back ‘con-toe-sion?’

ha ha

I said, “No, it’s when it is out at a right angle but apparently not broken. I think it has a ‘b’ in it.

“Maybe it’s a cancerous toe-mor.”

No, no, no, the word you told me last night, remember?

“Toe jam?”


ha ha ha

Ok, he finally told me “dislocated.” Oh ya, that’s the word. It didn’t have a ‘b’ in it after all, and I could finish my post now.

But we kept texting back and forth.

Yes toe day, toe day and toe morrow

Toe be or not toe be

Toe much information

Mistle toe

I finally thought of a clever one. Holy Toe li toe

Toe-ma-toes, pota-toes, and wa-toe-melon.

See you la-toe aliga-toe

I could go on and on . . .

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