I'll admit it. I am a klutz. I've injured myself in many ridiculous ways. Ever get YOUR fingers caught in a hand mixer? I have.
This morning I had to get my water container out of my car because I forgot to bring it in the house last night. As I went to shut the door on my SUV, my finger decided to get in the way. (Yes, it has a mind of it's own!) So after screaming a loud curse word (or two), I looked at the damage. I'd cut my index finger and it was already bruised and throbbing. I was impressed that I actually managed to bruise a finger. (That's a rarity for me, even though I bruise if something barely touches me.)
So imagine how hard it is to type this with a bruised, cut, and throbbing finger. That shows you how dedicated I am to blogging. SOME good has to come from my pain.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Door Meet Finger, Finger Meet Door
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7:50 AM
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5 comments:
ouch! that sucks.
SOWKU!
(sisters of world klutz unite!)
SOWKU!
I hope it heals quickly!
At least you don't drive a car from the 70s. I broke a finger in second grade by slamming it in a big yellow Montego's car door. It's crooked and a little deformed now.
Sorry, but I know where the klutziness comes from!!!!
Ooooh ! You've just reminded me of when I shut my thumb in a gate.
It felt like one of those cartoon thumbs when it swells to the size of your head and throbbed for ages.
Hope it gets better soon !!! x
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