Broken Toe Take Two

So after I posted my earlier blog, I decided I would come up with a much better story of how I broke my toe – a story that would highlight my athletic prowess.

So here’s the new version.

Ronald was comfortably ensconced on the couch while watching the 20th football game of the day. He wasn’t paying any attention to what I was saying. I got aggravated, copied a karate kick my grandson had demonstrated, and kicked him squarely in the side of the head.

BUT

His head was so hard, my poor toe broke!

Yeah, this version isn’t as good as my brush with the Russian mafia, or the drug dealing swimmers, or the silver stake I was going to pick up off the road to fight local vampires, but maybe a few of the people here at the old people place will think this story might be truth. After all, they do know Ronald.

Blessings

Kara Beth