Listen to the brutal way my Monday started. I was grabbing a spoon out of the dishwasher sort of carelessly. I didn’t think there was such a thing as grabbing a spoon carelessly, but there is. Instead of my hand clasping the handle of a spoon, the tine of a fork poked like a quarter inch under my thumbnail. I’m talking broke right through the cuticle boundary and smashed underneath my nail.
I jumped around trying to get over it as quietly as possible, whisper-yelling terrible swears. And I just thought to myself, ‘Happy Monday, Will,’ as blood poured from under my nail.
It is what it is
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I was too traumatized to write about this yesterday
Spewed out by Will at 14:54
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5 comments:
yikes- that's gonna hurt for at least a week
Sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays?
yow..ming!
I once fell on a fork and it got stuck in my elbow. So I feel ya bro.
gross. if you were boomsma there'd be macro-photo documentation. Boomsma, get your camera over to will's place.
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