Second Childhood

Summer Poppy

If you think old age is a bummer, wait until you get into this second childhood stuff!  I seem to be doing everything now that I didn't do as a kid. I was smarter then.

First off, I stabbed my left thumb a few months ago. Not smart, though it did, for a while at least, smart like all get out.

Then, yesterday, as I was getting out of the car to go into the pet food store to buy the cat some food, the wind caught my car door as I was closing it, and slammed on the end of my right index finger. Can you say, "OOOWWWWWWEEEEEEE"? I said that and a few other words, not all of which are repeatable in this family oriented space.

String Theory, Napping

This morning, the finger looks like something my cat wouldn't drag in, but I don't think there is any serious damage done, other than to my ego (what's left of it). I honestly don't remember ever having my fingers slammed in a car door as I was a child. I did, however, get stepped on by a very large horse with a very large man sitting on it. That hurt, too. Honest. Trust me.

  

I can use the finger to type, but it isn't very comfortable, so I'm going to leave you with some photos that have nothing to do with my sore digit and the admonition to laugh loud, laugh often, and let your friends wonder why they missed the joke ;-)

Christmas Cactus