I Broke My Toe In Mexico

I broke my toe in Mexico.
Well, I did, but THAT was nine years ago.
Last night I broke my toe in Oklahoma.
It just doesn't have the same ring to it as...I broke my toe in Mexico.
I broke my toe in Oklahoma.
Nope, I broke my toe in Mexico sounds much better.
"Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plaines" is the begining of the Oklahoma State song. So, I think maybe I broke my toe where the wind does blow...
...nah...

So, I broke my toe last night.
Different toe than the Mexico Toe
Different foot at that.
We were getting the kids to bed, the Baby Gate wasn't on the top of the stairs like it should be and my crawler went straight for it...like the true every day hero that I am...I dived for him and while flying through the air (hero's fly, you know) my foot didn't want to fly with thre rest of my and desperately tried to stop itself by wedging hard against the corner of the wall.
(Externally rotated)

I'm a gimp.
We'll see about faking my way through work and not limping despite the pain.
Heros work through pain, you know.