Just a quick post to let you know I’m still alive. Or am I . . . ? (Yes, I am.)

Also, I felt like sharing that I just stubbed the shit out of my big toe and it started bleeding. A lot. But that’s not the point of the story that I want to share with you. The point is that as all that blood was running down my toe onto my flip-flop, as I looked down and saw that almost the entire left half of my toenail had detached from my toe, it was only my third thought that I should probably wash it off or get a band-aid or something. My second thought was, Oh! What a pretty shade of red!

My first thought? Motherfucker, there goes my pedicure.

Read into this post what you will.

(Oh, and P.S. for all you contest winners, I’m shipping your goodies at the end of this week, so watch your mailboxes for books and cookies. Please try to ignore that I’m writing about cookies and blood in the same post, even though I’ve just made it kind of hard for you to do that by pointing it out. Guess I don’t really care though because I didn’t delete it.)