So of course I didn't notice Squish's bone falling off the couch (where it wasn't allowed to be in the first place) and I step on it, barefoot and with all my considerable weight. OW OW OW FUCKING OW. The sole of my foot is one great big magenta-and-indigo bruise, with a hole in the middle where the bone had a pointy bit, and now I'm limping on my other leg. Not. Happy.

You have my sympathies. Though I'm finding myself wondering whether there's ever a time when you're 100% pain- or injury-free (like I should talk ;) ).