that's where my hands live

"i love my arms, that's where my hands live." brak

today was a rough day for my hands.

i shut my left thumb in the car door. it turned purple, then red with black spots. i think it will be fine, but i was talking with pops because he's hit his thumb a manly number of times, and he said sometimes you have to go to the hospital so they can punch a hole in the nail to let the pressure out. my gramps would drill it himself. my family is tough. if i have to do something about it, i'm going to the hospital.

i just got the cutest new lil' cactus jammers. in my rush of love for the shiny little turds, i forgot that the furry doods hurt just as bad as the spiny brahs because they spines get in your skin. then, there's silly me trying to tweeze the spines while trying not to place pressure on the bumb thumb. for heaven's sake, sarah!

anyway, i always thought it would be depressing to get to the end of ones life and have perfectly soft, unscarred hands. anyway, a brief tribute to hands!

anyway, a tribute to hands!