Monday, January 28, 2008

Nursing My Wound

Yeeouch! My finger still hurts. Of course there are certain advantages to having an injury. No dishes for at least a week is a nice perk. Also, it's my turn to bake cookies for the homeless shelter. Thanks to my temporary disability, I get to toss store bought cookies into ziploc bags instead.

Having the top of one's finger chopped off and then sewn back on does lead to some odd conversations.
Me: Hey Spouse, would you help me clean and dress my necrotic flesh?
He: Undress your erotic flesh? You bet!
Me: Heh, heh.
He: Hey, you tricked me.

And so it goes.