Ok - so, I am a mean ogre. I know and accept this now. I also recognize that my family has a warped sense of humor in some things, and I usually keep it to myself. One of our rules growing up was that we had to bleed outside. People heal, rugs don't. As a result, getting hurt is not so much a big production with me as a thing to deal with and move on...

So, I am still chuckling, AND I pissed my DH off last night. Oh well - considering I was ready to kick him out the night before, I think it is good for him. Almost a week ago, the Belly (SD20) stubbed her toe as she was walking into the kitchen. As she is due any day now, she is a little awkward, and I started out with the aawwe - that's too bad, do you want some ice? (you know, being caring, for real) Well - her response was that it was the dog's fault. (She has been on a campaign to get rid of my dog, it was my original impetus for joining this site I was so upset). As soon as she blamed it on the dog, I reverted to my, "too bad for you deal." I do not accept any BS blame it on dog talk. I said she should have watched where she was walking and left the kitchen. (remember -this is a stubbed toe, not a big deal...)

Ok, so I go in the back room where DH and computers are (we are pc gamers), and let DH know Belly had hurt her toe. He finishes the screen he is on and wanders out to see the Belly. (She is in living room with best friend). He is gone for like ten minutes or so, so I get up to go see what is going on. OMG!!! You would NOT believe it! This 20 year old young woman is lieing back on the couch with her foot up on the ottoman, her head thrown back, hand at her forehead, palm turned out, with big HUGE crocodile tears pouring out, bottom lip quivering - sobbing - MY TOE IS BROKEN, MY TOE IS BROKEN!!! ROFLMAO!! I had to leave the room! I couldn't say anything! MY DH is sitting on the ottoman saying it's ok, we'll tape it up. OMG!!! She stubbed her baby toe on the floor tripping over the dog! (because the dog is a problem and is not safe to be around, don't you know). So DH taped her baby toe up. POOR POOR HER. POOR POOR HER!

(Tape stayed on for Saturday - mind you there was no limping, and shoes didn't seem to be a problem... Tape fell off Saturday afternoon, and there was no more reference to it.)

Well, about four days later, my inlaws drop by for a chat. The Belly is sitting on the couch - "broken toe" tucked under the other leg, declaiming to her aunt with all the wisdom of a preggo 20 year old, unmarried, dependent. She announced how she was really good with pain and had a VERY high threshold for it. (ARE YOU KIDDING ME???) I just turned my head and stared at her - I believe I may have raised an eyebrow. She added, "well except for foot pain which really gets to me." I did not laugh outloud at that moment, but I wanted to!

Well, getting busted like that broke a string of days of the most heinous attitude she was giving me. (Won't talk, sullen looks, taking up all the couch at night, latched on to Daddy Dearest) I guess it was getting busted for the huge toe drama and the fact that DH tried to get his brother to take their side that his Ex should be allowed to stay in our house when the Belly has her baby. (Fortunately for everyone - brother and wife were appalled, which shocked the pants off of my two tenants!). So - they have been UBER nice since then - sort of their version of unspoken apology. (I still want to kick them).

Then, I blew it. Last evening - as the Belly was being nice to the dog (to demonstrate that it was ok for the dog to stay) she knocked her toe (again...) but just kept going. I started laughing. I couldn't help it. DH asked me what was so funny - I said "I guess her toe isn't all that broken". And continued to laugh. He got pissed. Oh well - deal with it dude! LOL - I am still laughing. Sorry.