I'm off to the Doctor this afternoon. My self-diagnosis? Broken pinky toe.

This weekend Non and I babysat our 7-month-old niece, and as cute as she can be, she chose to be fussy for the first couple hours into Saturday. This prompted me to try many a tactic to solicit a smile from the small, round beauty -- one of which was to get out her stroller from the trunk of her parents' car while carrying said cutie. This, unfortunately, resulted in the toe-breaking, as I stubbed it badly on said stroller as I stubbled to carry it from the car to the house. I suppose only an X-ray will tell the truth, but I'm guessing the swollen, purple toe isn't a good sign.