OK, I promise to stop starting all my posts with a picture of my left hand.
Right after this one.
Now, I won’t show you what’s under that bandage, but let’s just say this carrot sorta reminds me of something that I can’t quite put my finger on.
You know, if I had some raw hamburger to stuff into that crack there I bet then I could
finger figure it out.
So how on earth a little finger infection and minor surgery can throw life into such upheaval for a couple of days is beyond me. But then I look at that carrot again and think about all the nerve endings in my finger suddenly I’m reminded why. Read more...