Sunday, August 09, 2009

I Wish My Lawn Were Emo, Then It Would Cut Itself.

Currently I have a cut on the "armpit" of my thumb/forefinger, a cut along the top knuckle of aforementioned forefinger, and two cuts on my arm just above (below?) my elbow at the precise spot it sits on tabletops when my hand is under my chin in "The Thinker" pose.

None of these cuts were made with knives, so banning me from the kitchen is not the answer!

Bret says he doesn't understand why/how I am always cutting myself.

And I can't figure out spacing or font sizing on my blog.

Blogit! (That's blog swearing.)

How was your day?

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