So normally, I promise, I am a really fun person. But when you accidentally step wrong on a bootjack in a dark closet while throwing dirty clothes in your hamper, and you fracture your two pinky toes on your left foot, there is not much fun to be had when you are trying to get Vicodin out of your system with a bruise that goes all the way down your foot. Luckily my boyfriend is well trained in first aid because of 10 years spent in the military and he is very protective of me, he will not let me even go to the bathroom on my own. Instead, he carries me. So I spent all day Tuesday in bed. Today, (Wednesday), when he went to class, I moved my camp to the living room. He got mad at me when he got home, but we did manage to add a little fun into the unexpected events. We bought the triple feature of Meet the Parents, Meet the Fockers and Little Fockers the afternoon before I hurt myself. It worked out perfect that we were able to watch the first two on Tuesday while I was high on pain meds and we watched the third one today after a nice breakfast that he made and a bowl of popcorn. No matter how bad my foot may hurt, I am especially blessed to have my man right there to take care of me and love on me and find a way to put a smile on my face, whether that is dancing in the emergency room or carrying me to the bathroom, anything to put a smile on my face.