Saturday, January 9, 2010


It started with trying to get the top off of some incense oil.

 What more logical way to do it than with these?

My stupidity led to this (warning, bloody pictures follow):


But don't worry. I have Neosporin. And Bandaids.

Don't worry that when I was eight years old, I tried to get some butter for my toast while the butter was still cold. The butter knife slid right off the butter and into my left thumb which was holding the plate at the time. I have a nasty scar from a butter knife. It even cost us an emergency trip so that they could say I don't need stitches.

And now on my right thumb from child's scissors. I'm super smart.

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