Early Sunday morning, a right-hand pinkie was crushed in a heroic effort to stop a falling laptop. The lucky laptop, saved from certain death, is resting comfortably. The brave little sausage, however, was less lucky. Now purple and swollen and grumpy, the wee phalange is currently being treated with ice and …. well, really just ice. Moaning and Whining, Pinkie’s faithful companions, never leave her side, dutifully chiming “oh poor baby” at appropriate caring intervals. Various opioids are being discussed as a treatment option.
Owbie.
Blogging could be slow, light, and messy until … I dunno …. until I stop making such a stinkin’ fuss about the whole dealio, probably.
Ouchie.
Nurse Cara advises scotch. : )
Ouch! For a rescue like that Pinkie deserves the finest opioids the drugstore can offer. Get well soon!
Owch. I don’t think I could live without my semicolons. I, too, recommend some tasty beverage. Just don’t mix them with the opioids.
thanks, you guys. it’s kinda like half my right hand had a stroke. poor me. where’s the booze?
Feel better, pinkie!!
Take care of the wee phalange!
That link I e-mailed you is here:
http://www.andiamnotlying.com/2008/murky-coffee-arlington-hold-that-espresso-between-your-knees/
Hope your pinky feels better!
Wow, Lisa. Thanks for that. I’m gobsmacked, though. I mean, I think they both acted like jerks. What’s the big deal with espresso the way the customer wants it?? But what’s with the dollar bill?? Good grief. Have we all gone MADDDD???