While acting like a jackass during our photo shoot on Sunday, I tried to do a handstand. On attempt 3, somehow, I got crumpled up and my knee came down on Jenn’s toe. Picture almost 200 pounds coming crashing down in the form of a knee bone onto your middle toe. Ouch.
Suffice it to say that her toe is a nice shade of red and the foot an odd mix of yellow, blue, and purple. It’s nasty, and it’s my fault. My father thinks I should be crown “douche of the year” right now, without even waiting for the year to expire.
What can I say? If the pictures came out, it will be a funny memory, and if they don’t, then I’m a schmuck.
