I have two birthday's that I try to acknowledge on the same day. June 6th is my Mom's birthday and it's my very good friend Kenice's. I try to send them both cards and call each of them. This post is mainly about Kenice, so don't feel left out Mom. I'll get to you tomorrow.
When Kenice and I used to live next to each other we would go out to lunch on her birthday, usually Mexican food.
Kenice is the inspiration behind me concocting my home made-version of See's Scotch Kisses. I sent those to some people in their boxes of awesome. Kenice however, has never had them and she is the one who said I should make them in the first place. Well guess what I was going to send with her birthday card this year? Yup, a bag of these candies just for her.
On my way into the kitchen I felt something ominous in the air. I couldn't quite tell what was going to happen, but I knew something would. I went to the pantry looking for my ingredients. Sweetened condensed milk, check. Corn syrup, check. Brown sugar, hmm, where did it go? I can't see it...oh there it is. Can I reach it? {streeeeeeetch} The brown sugar then managed to knock over a heavy can. Now, I knew it was headed strait for me. Which part of my foot would it hit? It was going in slow motion, twisting and turning till....THUD!!! Right on my little middle toenail. I know that what followed was the loudest blood curdling scream of pain from the tip of my toe all the way to the tip of my tongue. It hurt so badly. It instantly started to bruise. The bruise has gotten progressively worse every day, it's quite gruesome.
*Now, I will show this to you for the sake of posterity. I would like you to know that my nails hadn't been painted in the few days since this occurred and it AIN'T pretty. Look if you dare!

So, sorry Kenice. No Scotch Kisses on your birthday. I will try to get them to you next week, when I can stand longer than 2 minutes. :)