Okay so moving on we had decided to go back in the water for the rest of our day on the island. Let me remind you again that DH was telling me to wear my water shoes because of the sea grass but I had insisted I would be fine so I didn't.
(After all I had already been in the water and nothing bad happened the first time)
So off we go and DH starts taking photos of some of the life forms he finds in the grass.
First off was the sea urchin!
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Then we found this guy and I can't remember what they are called but he got stepped on just as we got ready to take his picture.
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And then we found this star fish. They are gorgeous on the island and huge.
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Then I took the camera and snapped a few pics.
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So in between my picture taking (which as you can see are never as good as DH) the next "Incident" happened.
It goes something like this.......
DH and I are standing there in the water and having a conversation

about how pretty the place is when this little itty bitty I mean seriously tiny wave (and I use the word wave loosely) comes and pushes me back about a foot in the water. No big deal, right? WRONG!!!!!!!!
I put my foot down and yell "OUCH" ABOUT A ZILLION TIMES. DH who is about 3 feet away from me just kinda looks at me like what's your problem figuring I just did something stupid like always.
After jumping and skipping around on my good foot for about 10 seconds or so, he finally comes over to inspect the problem. To anybody on the shore it must have looked like I had been attacked by something in the water.
Upon inspection (which I must tell you is not an easy thing to do when it involves the bottom of your foot and you are in neck high water and trying to balance on one leg while raising the other foot to eye level) CAN YOU SAY CIRCUS LOOKING FREAKS IN THE WATER!
Anyway DH finally grabs my foot and nearly drowning me, tells me that I have thorn type looking things imbedded all over the place. He tries unsucessfuly to remove them but they are pretty far down under the skin so he gives up. After I'm back to a normal standing position I start looking around for the culprit of my injury. Not finding anything in site, I declare on my own that it was probably one of those stupid sea urchins that I stepped on. (Refer back to the picture at the beginning of this installment for clarification if you don't remember what they look like)
So the pain in my foot lasted for about 20 seconds and then I didn't really feel anything. GOOD SIGN OR BAD!
It started to swell a bit but not really bad or anything. DH was getting worried and really wanted me to go to the first aid and get it looked at just in case. I of course was like it's okay, no big deal I'm not gonna die or anything lets just enjoy the rest of the day. Hubby wasn't buying my plea and he was insisting that we get out of the water so he could look at my foot properly.
FINE! So we start walking back to the shore and we get about 10 feet before I realize it kinda hurts to walk on my foot. DUH!!!!
Anyway as I'm standing there trying to figure out how to get back to shore because limping in the ocean is not an easy task folks, I loose it again. I find the situation just as hysterical as the water trikee. Off I go......
In between laughing and wiping the tears out of my eyes I can hear DH yelling at me for not wearing my water shoes like he told me too, and how could I think this was so funny when it could really be something bad in my foot. There was more he said but this is a family board..........
Ah, how I love my hubby so.........
Continued in next post everybody.