About six years ago, my best friend from Tennessee was coming to visit me in Florida for the very first time. I was so determined to have a spotless house when she arrived. The final thing I had left to do was to damp mom my kitchen floor. Well, I hit my toe on the chair and immediately saw stars. Turns out, I broke the toe but I managed to not miss a beat while she was here. We did Disney, Universal Studio, the beach and everything else imaginable. The day she left, I broke down and went to the ER, only to find there was nothing they could do but to tape two toes together. I'm so glad I did all those things, as I lost her two years later to leukemia.