Things were going well when around 11:00 a.m. - the time I should have been in Church hearing the pastor's sermon, something happened. I can't even tell you how it happened, I just know it happened. I somehow managed to jam my thumbnail and bend it backward, rip it 3/4 of the way across and about 1/4 of the way down in the quick OUCH! DOUBLE OUCH OUCH!!! I'll spare you the extra gory details and I didn't take any gruesome pictures but let's just say it hurt like "h-e-double hockey sticks"! Needless to say I said a few choice words and none of them were Amen or Hallelujah. I don't do well when there's blood involved but I managed this time. Since it was on my right hand, I couldn't finish cutting the nail off that was still hanging on one side. Gregg had to do that and he kept wanting to pull the nail back so he could see better. Oh no, no, no! After a little screaming and moaning and groaning the task was accomplished and band aids applied.
I told Gregg that I guess it was God's way of punishing me for staying home. He said "Yes..." I looked at him and said this was a joint decision, why was I being punished and not him. His response was he WAS being punished. He has to listen to me bitch and whine about my thumb for the next week.
Now, do you know how may things you use your thumb for? Let me tell you a whole bunch you don't realize! And every time I moved, it seemed like I bumped the tip of it. DOUBLE OUCH OUCH again! And to make matters worse, it is almost impossible to put your thumb in the scissors handle to clip your threads on a quilt without bumping it.
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