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A few days ago I had a post about how my Dad and I are so alike we both injured our left wrists. Well now the idiot has to have surgery on Friday because he seriously injured his wrist. Good job, Dad. Good job.
rabababe, this will make bookshelf number 5. This new one is going into the kitchen. My Mom is just waiting for the day she turns on the TV and sees on the news that my apartment building has collapsed due to the sheer number of books from my apartment.
I bought so many books at the Schenectady public library book sale yesterday that I need another bookshelf.
ALLEZ HABS! LE BUT!
A few days ago I fucked up my left wrist a little bit and I know it’s intersection syndrome. I’ve been nursing it (well for the most part) and it’s not too bad. Today I went up to visit my Dad and Step mom at the family campground and my dad was standing around with a beer in his right hand and his left hand elevated with an ice pack over his wrist and pressed against his chest. He sprained his left wrist in a motorcycle accident. My Step mom said me and my Dad are so alike we even injure the same body parts. It was amusing, though. Every fifteen minutes we’d hand over the ice pack. Might as well share, eh?