~ The Man Report ~~~~~~~~~2007~~~~~~~~~~~ Toe Story ~~~~~
Nobody bothered to ask why my second toe hurt? It was pretty evident why my head throbbed but dont you people care about my poor little toe?
Ok, little is not a good word to describe this toe.
My second toe on my right foot is a bit of monstrosity & there is a whole toe story youve got to know about. Heres the skinny: When I was a 10 year old, a bunch of friends and I decided to lift one of those
metal trailer ramps you see for hauling around a Bobcat (little tractor). We had it partway up when the gang decided it was a good time to drop it. Unfortunately for me, I wasnt informed of the plan.

The ramp fell and clipped the tip of my second toe (which was about the same length as my big toe at the time) and broke it.
I skipped home whimpering and cursing my friends and my mom drove me to the hospital.
Over the course of the next 30 years, my new mutant toe took on a life of its own. It grew and extra ½ inch for some reason and I think it even spawned an extra knuckle. Its all very strange and also very amusing to Pooh-head.
I rarely walk around the house barefoot. Ill always have at least a sock on and possibly slippers or shoes. The reason? Over the years, Ive caught that big toe on so many things. One time I was coming down the stairs in our old condo where my toe snagged the carpet and went under my foot. This was very painful and caused me to leap from the stairs and topple head over heals all the way to the bottom losing all the laundry I was trying to transport. Pooh still loves that story.
Another time I had a cast on my foot in the army after I had broken it rappelling. With the weight of the cast like a hammer, I accidentally slammed my exposed toe into the leg of a wooden chair and re-broke it! It gained a ¼ after this breakage.
With each toe incident, it grows a little. Pretty soon, it may even spawn yet another knuckle. Its almost a Super Hero Toe now. Im pretty sure it has bionic powers.
Ill take a picture and post it for you guys.
So anyway, back to the trip report.
My mutant toe was throbbing for a reason. The toenail was almost ripped off & it was bleeding a little bit. It was also black and blue. Heres what I believe happened:
A - When I got out of the cab and took the header into the rose bush, I believe its because I slammed my foot into the sidewalk curb causing me to trip.
The shoes I brought on this trip are size 10 ½ which is generally my size. Some shoes run a little small however and with my mutant toe, my right foot actually needed an 11 while a 10 ½ was fine for the left foot.
Because of the snug fit and jamming the curb, even with a shoe on, caused severe damage to my Bionic Toe.
A second theory does exist. I could have entered the villa, paid the babysitter, kicked off my shoes, then jammed my toe into the leg of the kitchen table. I noticed a little chip on the leg where something had damaged it. Could have been the toe.
Option #3: Pooh-head couldve stomped on it with her big
MAN-feet during our dirty dancing sequence thus causing my
Drunk Guy Dance Move where not only was my toe injured, but also my spinal cord.
Vote for which option you believe most reasonable and thats the tale Ill stick with. Ive got to have a new
Toe story but Im not really sure what happened.

I hate it when that happens.
Around dinner time (on Friday) I put my shoes on and limped towards the bedrooms to see who was down for some dinner.
Pooh wasnt interested and Moan Boy does what Pooh does. That left Loud Girl and I.
I loaded up my date and we headed towards Crossroads. I wanted a good meal but I didnt want Pooh to feel left out. If I had gone to eat at Downtown Disney, Pooh woulda been sad. So, LG and I decided it was time to got back to TGI Fridays.
Wooo Hooo!
As we got out of the car in the Fridays parking lot, my elongated toe really started to throb. It was rubbing against the shoe. I had to limp a little and tossed in a pimp-walk just to see how it would look. It looked good.
LG says Dad, why are you walking like that. I said, like what, and she said, Like a monkey.

Great! The pimp walk stopped after that.
Our server wasnt as good as the Sunday before. We had a young guy who had pieced ears and tattoos and was very bold. He talked to us like hes known us for years, which just irritated me.
I ordered up my Flat Iron Steak, side of shrimp and mashed potatoes. Mmmmm good. I also had a glass of red wine. Fantastic! Loud Girl had the spaghetti and ended up with marinara sauce all over her face and clothes. She looked cute.
Loud Girl was brave with daddy. She even went to the bathroom on her own. Shes growing up so quickly.
After dinner we wandered over to Crossroads shopping center to get some treats for the way home in the morning. Loud Girl asked me if I needed any sippin whiskey. I told her no, that I was fine.
When we arrived back at the room, I found Pooh lying on the couch gnawing on a giant sliver of leftover pepperoni pizza. She looked a lot better. I think she even had a glass of wine next to her but I could be mistaken.
Shed already packed up all our clothes and was ready for the morning commute to the airport.
That evening we experienced that sense of
dread about leaving the Happiest Place On Earth.

It sucks! I hate that feeling.
When we come down in October, we stay for two weeks. After two weeks, youre ready to come home and there is no sense of dread. In fact, after two weeks, I cant wait to get out of town as my carnal feelings of choking Mickey become stronger and stronger.
After only one week however, its setting in quickly. The kids are crying, mom is depressed and on an MSG overload hangover, and Ive got a bloody stump left for a once mighty toe.
Were a wreck and we dont want to leave but we have no choice.
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