My house (or microwave, really) dosen't want me to clean it. It fought back today. Here is what my fabulous, anatomically beautiful (I am being very sarcastic, people. I spent a large amount of my childhood feeling like I had man-hands. Have you seen that episode of Seinfeld? It's my favorite.) hand looks like now:
(This is the prettiness of our new kitchen table underneath the ugliness of my man-hand. Woo!)
My finger was literally SLAMMED into the side of the microwave and the nail was pulled ALL the way down to the cuticle. Not cute. Painful, bloody, after-lunch surprise. Thank goodness that my husband had not gone back to work from his lunch break and he could help his decrepit, mangled wife.
The scene of the crime:
Damn appliance.
So, for now I will just walk around like a Brit sipping tea with the pinky pointed slighty upwards and outwards. Poor me.
This has nothing to do with my mutilated pinky, but its super funny:
"Good morning, Pumpkin!" God love him.
Have a great week, friends! :)
That barely even looks like E! Ha! Love it!
ReplyDelete(I hope your finger is feeling better. Darn microwave.)
I know! He's all puffy and his hair is everywhere in the mornings :)
ReplyDeleteIt is OK for now. Hoping it isn't super sore tomorrow.