In this mad dash to get everything done so our bathroom remodel goes well, I dropped a box of 11 big stone tiles on the tip of my big toe.  In the middle of Lowe’s, while mulit-tasking and talking on the phone, I screamed a low gutteral “fuck” and looked down to see my toe gushing blood as I imagine my jugular might if cut with a Samari sword.  Okay well maybe not that bad, but it was pretty bad.  All I had to manage the blood with was a couple of baby wipes.  Mind you my hand were so dirty from handling all the tile and grout.  It was not one of my prettiest moments. 

My toe is sore, a little black and still bleeding a little–especially when Noah wants to see my “owie” and pushes on it.  He thinks he is making it better. 

The timeline train is moving so fast and I still have a billion things to finish–like study for my Stats test tomorrow and finish my EOR newsletter and pack and do laundry, and and and…the list really is neverending. 

I will be blogging from St. Maarten. I have decided to take my computer with me.  I will want to down load pics, etc.  I know i will take way more than my card holds.