

Got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. On the way back to bed I accidentally tripped on a piece of furniture I didn’t see. When I turned on the light my pinky toe was bent in a right angle. Had to have it reset and taped up but since it was my right foot I couldn’t drive for several weeks. Every day I just thought how stupid and avoidable this whole mess was.
As someone who grew up bilingual, this has caused so much unnecessary confusion in my life. Maybe not queso so much but salsa, which is the word for any kind of sauce in Spanish. If I’m running on autopilot and my wife asks me to pick up tomato salsa I will almost invariably get spaghetti sauce. It’s fucked!