I have dropped a glass pie plate on my foot, namely, my toes. There was blood, and hopping, and I may have insulted the ancestors of the cow that gave his life for that food I was putting on the plate. I am coping manfully with ice, vicodin, and random bouts of rage--kind of like this afternoon, but now I have a plausible reason to flame people and be forgiven! This is very exciting.
*stares at foot* Wow. You wouldn't think two such tiny toes could cause that much pain. It's kind of awe-inducing, really.
(No, don't think they are broken, just, you know, very bruised and possibly going to have problems with shoes.)
ETA: And the pie plate didn't even have the decency to break!