"Hooked"

So, this is how my day started off! I was minding my own business washing dishes (yep, that's what I get for doing a little house work) and suddenly feel this awful prick in my foot. I look down and see metal embedded into my foot. Foolishly I figure it must just be a staple or something (hindsight would question why exactly would there be a staple in my kitchen?), so of course I grab hold and yank......%^*#$&#^%%!!! Definitely not a staple! So, once I realize what it is I try to call Cody in hopes that he will have a magical way of getting it out. As you can see, the barbed end isn't really made to slip out easily. No Cody. I try the other fishermen in my life, my dad and my father in law. My dad was in Ogden but was definitely sympathetic over the phone ("please don't tell your mom! She's been bugging me not to play with my hooks in the house!") So, I drag myself to the doctor bare foot and limping with my kid in hopes they can help me! Of course they get it out (not before an incredibly painful shot to numb my foot, and a tetnis shot afterward). I told the doctor that surely it would hurt less to just pull the damn thing out than that shot did! In case you were wondering I did my best to have a brave face cause Simon was definitely concerned that his mom had a hook in her foot. But, I did let some tears seep out. For those of you that think "well, the worst of your day is over", it wasn't....but I'm surely not going to get into that (rolled my other ankle trying to go down the stairs cause I forgot that my other foot was numb, lost my purse, and had smoke seeping out the hood of my car).

So, if I'm a little grumpy about fishing lately....can you really blame me? The good part of the day was hearing Simon repeat "Dad's in big trouble!"

*Note the song playing as you read this! It's supposed to be "Hook" by Blues Traveler. I crack myself up sometimes!