Well, guess who broke her toe? Yep. Me. I broke it last weekend when I was out at the barn to help out with the barn chores. I was taking this ginormous Tennessee Walking Horse named Rooster (isn't that a hilarious horse name!?) out to his pasture and he got a little bit excited. He stepped on me accidentally when I was wearing rain boots. Flimsy little rain boots!!!! I had no idea that it was broken so I kept working for the rest of the morning, and I just limped around from the muck pile to the barn. My trainer even asked me if it was broken when she found out I had gotten stepped on. "No of course not!" was my reply. So when I got in the car later that day, my mom was like, "Why were you limping?" I was like, "First of all, I've been walking around all day on rocks in rain boots. Second, I got stepped on this morning and I am still a little bit sore." See I wasn't even concerned enough about it to mention it first! Then I took my sock off. My fourth toe was so bruised that it was almost navy colored and it was swelled up to at least twice maybe even three times bigger than it usually is. My little sister freaked out and started shrieking for my mom to look at my toe. The next day we went to the doctor, and it is definitely broken, so now I have to wear a boot for another two weeks. I can't dance, but the upside is that I can still ride!!