"I think being a woman is like being Irish." — Iris Murdoch

My husband Nelson works from home, so he's the one who takes Emma to school in the morning.  Usually I'm out of the house before either of them are awake.  But there was a little booby trap waiting for me this morning...

Last night while we had friends over, a picture in the bathroom crashed to the floor.  It's been there for more than a year, but I think the frame was kinda cheap.  Another frame of the same type busted in the same way a couple months back.  Well, the frame brought this bronze thingy to the floor as well.  It's got a hook on one side, is a little ornamental, and has a nail sticking out the back, about 3/4 of an inch long.  Usually we're all barefoot at home, so I was very careful in cleaning up the glass, and I put the little nail thing in a safe place on a dish on a sideboard.

So imagine my surprise this morning when I stepped on something.  At first I thought it was just a crumb or some little bead.  But effin' A!  I cried out loud with the pain because the whole length of the nail went into my foot!

Nelson came running out, woken from a deep sleep, "Honey!  What's wrong!"  I was still swearing, and said, "How the f&#* did this thing get from there to there!"

"I don't know," he said.  I think I scared him a little.  "I didn't do it!"

"Oh, I know.  I'm not blaming you."  (I was, really.)