Cut off my nose to spite my face

I was watering the few patches of grass we have last night when I noticed that the Manson family kids from next door left a Gatorade bottle in my yard. I pick up THEIR trash in my yard almost daily where their kids roam freely littering wherever they please.

I was so mad, I was determined that TODAY I would not pick up their trash, but send it back to their yard. So, I thought, I'll kick it. It dawned on me about the time I was making contact that kicking in sandals was not my most brilliant idea.

Yep, yep, it hurt like hell.

This morning: a giant bruise on my middle toe.

Moral of the story: Watch your foot or you may step in shit.