The victory goes to the palm tree.
The trash man forgot to pick up some of the branches we trimmed this weekend. I didn’t realize how pokey they were and I ran across the pile. Needless to say, it was a pretty silly idea. I got a few pokers in my toes. Mommy got most of them out. Grandma Jo came to the rescue with some medicine and gentle hands. She was able to free the thorn with minimal drama. So now I sit with my foot soaking. So not happy!
