So it is just not my day today. I started it off by looking for glass cleaner in the cabinets in the shop and in doing so,slammed both my right ring and middle finger in between a door from each cabinet that wedge themselves together when opened. I dropped my keys and purse and ran into the house crying like a little girl. Now my fingers are looking nice, lovely, red, and swollen. I've been reassured by the two fingers that I do indeed still have a good steady heartbeat.... and I've been having to avoid using them while nailing and most recently re-gluing a broken chair back. Anywho, as I'm scraping the glue off one of the back slats, I go to hold the chair to keep it from sliding with my left hand........and in doing so lo and behold, I tightly secure a wasp in my left palm. He needless to say, was not in to being tied down in a relationship and promptly flew out of my life, leaving me with only a sting of where he had once been. I can't remember ever being stung by anything before but Lord-a-mercy them things hurt!!!!! So my granpa had just walked through our gate, only to be greeted by me starting to weep(for the second time today)as I ran away flailing my left hand. I think this is because I -just- told some friends last night that not much makes me cry. Thank you Murphy.
