Yep, I did this to my poor lil' pinkie the other day while mowin' around one of my hub's outdoor exercise contraptions! I smashed it between the lawnmower handle and a metal pipe.
Did you happen to hear that horrific, bellowin',
Janet Leigh-esque scream? Yes, that was me.
The pain was so bad and the curse words flowed so freely blamin' my hubs, I'm surprised his ears didn't spontaneously combust while at work. I think I even made up a few new swear words of my own.
So now I wait... Wait to see if I end up like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly. Remember when his fingernail falls off??!!! Yikes!!! I get the willies just thinkin' about it!
As far as my hubs goes... He has another two weeks of fannin' and feedin' me grapes as I soak my pinkie in Epsom Salt.
:> )
