Ouch.
This is my hand after I jumped up to see to Emily after I heard her crying in her room last night (she was fine). I was just about to sit down to dinner and had a clean fork in my hand, and tried to stick it handle-first into my back pocket as I went to her room. As you can see, I stabbed myself on the tines. I will spare you all a closeup.
Yes, it was stupid. No, I don’t know why I didn’t just set the fork down. People do weird stuff.
Anyway, no Jayne hat knitting today. I don’t want stray fibers getting in that.
However, clearly I can still type, so I’m on for helping out with a Dragonrealms wedding tonight.
Gotta run – Boo patrol.
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Ouch!
Once in ninth grade I had just finished sharpening my pencil when I dropped it. My hand instinctively went to try to catch it, but caught the pencil between my thigh and my palm, with the newly-sharpened end up.
When I lifted up my hand the pencil actually stuck out from my palm at a 90 degree angle. It was a little freaky.
Crazy hand piercing stories!
Ouch!
Once in ninth grade I had just finished sharpening my pencil when I dropped it. My hand instinctively went to try to catch it, but caught the pencil between my thigh and my palm, with the newly-sharpened end up.
When I lifted up my hand the pencil actually stuck out from my palm at a 90 degree angle. It was a little freaky.
Crazy hand piercing stories!
Oh My God OWWWW! You gonna be alright?
Oh My God OWWWW! You gonna be alright?