I am a one man three stooges show. Everywhere around here are cylindrical containers of sanitary wipes. I have a brand new bottle of "Wet Ones." So I opened it up and poked the first one through the hole. And, like a chinese finger puzzle (think Data on Star Trek) I got my finger stuck in it. And it hurt. There are plastic teeth in the hole in order to be able to tear off an individual sheet. Killer plastic teeth, plastic teeth that are designed to allow objects to travel one way. I now have a microscopic cut on my finger from prying my finger out of the whole. What a dumb ass.
We encourage people here to drink a lot of water. We try and practice what we preach. One thing that happens if you don't drink enough water is that you get constipated. Which I have experienced first hand. Two days ago. So I took a magic little pill to help things out, so to speak. Well, I am here to tell you, those little pills work. All of a sudden finding a bathroom becomes your number one priority.
Both of these events happened during my morning Skype call with E. Luckily she knows what a dumb ass I am. "Sorry honey, gotta go..."
Update on the hand guy-He kept his finger and had skin grafts from the finger next to it.
No comments:
Post a Comment