Friend of the Toast (and of self) Sara Cantor just got back from a weeklong vacation in Iceland, and, as is my custom, I engaged her in conversation about her trip. SELF: Sara! How was Iceland? SARA: Look at this: SELF: WHAT is THAT…
I just fell, hard. I was halfway home from a friend’s house when I realized I had left my phone there; ten minutes later, I was jumping out of my car in front of their house. I started to jog inside when my foot slipped on something, and I was down for the count - palms and knees slammed into the ground, protecting the rest of my body.