Don't run in flip flops!

A lesson was learned today as I pushed John in his little car through the neighborhood sidewalks. I started running to give the little guy more of a thrill than our usual plodding pace. My toenail on my big toe got caught on the top of the inside of my flip flop and it darn near got torn off. It was a bloody mess and it hurts like hell. Barb and I have a wedding and reception to go to tomorrow and it looks like anything other than slow dancing is out of the question.