Thursday, October 29, 2009

Cut Me Finger

Dear Lucy,
Cut my finger this morning looking for a pair of pants. I swear I am such a klutz I could cut myself on a marshmallow.
Now I have my middle finger in a band aide (the tip of the finger of course) and I can't type. I have the weekend to heal up for the Nanwrimo contest (50000 word novel in 30 days).
Note to self: watch those paper cuts in November.
Took me five minutes to type this. {{{sigh}}}.

1 comment:

  1. Now the State Pants Control Service will be coming to your house leaving notices on your door that your pants have to be put in quarantine.