First, hello to all the cozy mystery lovers who entered my cozy mystery giveaway!
I have a bunch of exciting stuff coming up for you (and my regular people) soon (including more free books for all and a chance to name something in my next novel!)
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Second, you should know my husband Mike is not doing well since his ordeal with the creepy crawly in the bathroom. Seems he smashed his toe against the table. Not long after, the nail turned this color.
Pretty, huh?
This immediately sent him spinning, and it took me a while to talk him down from the belief that he would soon lose his entire leg. I’ve lost about ten fingernails over the course of my life (I have a tendency to put them in doors) and assured him we wouldn’t need to amputate but… you know Mike. It’s a little like:
This is the same guy who freaked out the other night when a moth flew at him. He swung wildly at it, and smacked himself in the family jewels so hard he nearly fell down.
It’s a little like being married to a cartoon.The toe is white again (I’ll spare you the picture, but if you like, imagine the nails of any of the extras on The Walking Dead.)
The nail is, of course, white again because it has separated from the blood blister beneath it. (a.k.a. It’s about to fall off.) I’m trying to prepare Mike for the worst, but he’s given up on life. Says if it falls off he’s staying in bed with his foot elevated until it has completely grown back. He’s asked to be sedated for the duration as well.
Maybe I can have Gordon talk some sense into him. He’s a certified therapist, after all.