The Middle Finger...

If you get squeamish (not even sure that is a real word), don't look at the picture, just scroll down enough to read the story. It's not that bad. It's one of those things like ooh that is gross, but I really want to look.

So you don't always realize how important something is until you don't have it anymore. Yesterday, I was feeling so good heading in to do my dishes, my transcription work was all caught up, my kids were being so good...Life was good. So I am sitting there washing my cheese grader and dangit...I totally sliced my finger (not on the grader part, but on the inside of the bottom part where the metal is turned up). This incident did not fit into my "Life is good" day. However, an hour and four stitches later, life is good again.

I have bumped this stupid finger so many times since then and it reminds me how much I rely on it to do things...wash face, put on make-up, change diapers, do dishes, prepare food, write, type, cut waffles, tie shoes, oh the list could go on and on. I have a new found love for my middle finger.