Story behind the 10-lb chess board on the toes:
It was 1 am, I was packing up things for the Junior League's rummage sale.
Dropped it from about 4 feet, smack across the tarsal/metatarsal junction.
I literally saw stars. Knocked the wind out of me, and I thought I might pass out.
Called my husband at work - he's a cop - and choked out that I was hurt, needed to go to the ER and could he come home?
Not 2 minutes later, the sergeant from this district was literally busting down my door, and I heard ambulance sirens in the distance...yup, you guessed it. He called EMS!
I was still crying, but had recovered enough breath to convey I wasn't mortally wounded...but I can honestly say out of childbirth, numerous surgeries and other painful things, that had to rank among the top 3.

Very cool, herring I've only been fishing once when I was a kid...Went to cast and got the hook stuck in my arm. Still have the scar.

Thank you for inviting me to be your friend!

My uncle used to take us fishing.