10-13-2020, 07:40 AM
First thing in the morning I'm trying to shoot the cat away from the bedroom door because she's very vocal and will wake up the old lady. I had the door open just enough to see her ready to bolt into the room and I decided to kick the door to back her away, but...my index finger just happened to be in the door opening. Damned! That brought me to my knees and the pain went on and on for a good solid half hour unrelenting.. It's better now, but holy mackeral! All the fingers in my right hand were stinging as well even though they weren't in the door..
Moral of the story..my cat has no idea just how many lives she has left at this point and it ain't 9 anymore. The worst part is that I didn't really even kick the door that hard and wasn't wearing shoes..it nailed me right at the nail bed of my finger..
Moral of the story..my cat has no idea just how many lives she has left at this point and it ain't 9 anymore. The worst part is that I didn't really even kick the door that hard and wasn't wearing shoes..it nailed me right at the nail bed of my finger..
In the immortal words of my old man, "Wait'll you get to be my age!"
Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse, but the one comfort we have is Cincinnati sounds worse. ~Oliver Wendal Holmes Sr.
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Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse, but the one comfort we have is Cincinnati sounds worse. ~Oliver Wendal Holmes Sr.
