Drama

One more thing about yesterday...

Bill and Janet and I were sitting at Chik-fil-a (off-site Wednesday dinner spot for NRBC), when Kate came up to us and stood at the edge of the table. She said, rather breathlessly, "Guys! I've got to tell you something. Something bad has happened. Very bad." If you could see her hands waiving and explaining the severity of the situation-- well, you'd probably be safe to picture me saying it and that would be about the same.

I looked around and noticed no dangling limbs, nor crying, so I figured it couldn't be that bad. "What?" we all responded.

"Blood. Lots of it!" said Kate with big blue eyes communicating the seriousness (or serious ickyness) of the situation.

"Where?" Again, nothing seemed to be terribly wrong, as signaled by my need to ask what exactly was bleeding (or who).

"Right here." She points to her pinky toe, which had a cut previously that has broken open and also seems to have a teeny tiny split toenail. If I could explain how small her toenails were, especially that one, I would try, but there is really nothing small enough to compare it to. Maybe a single sequin? Is sequin even the right singular form of sequins? Who knows.

We got her seated, and I went out to the car to get my handy-dandy first aid kit. We applied the band-aid and she survived until this morning, so I think we're in the clear.