groups

Yeserie, dear bumbling hubby went and broke my thumb. I know it was an accident, he dropped a crowbar while prying off some aluminum weather stripping around the outside back door. We decided to do the doors today. Well, I was pulling out the bottom, while he tackled the top and next thing I knew I was seeing stars. On the way home from the ER, he actually looked over and said, "Well it was a nice little break." I looked at him with dagger eyes and he said, " I meant a break from work, not your broken thumb." Again I looked at him and spat, "Either way, it wasn't fun for me you dumbass!" Then he said he was sorry and asked, "What are you making for dinner tonight?" More dagger eyes at him and he decided it would be best to stop and pick up dinner.

Good thing I'm left handed and use my left thumb on the spacebar, or I wouldn't be typing right now. My thumb is now braced and bandaged and looks like a big vanilla ice cream cone. Thanks Mike!