I cut my finger on a stupid olive can tonight. Don't ask how. I'm not exactly sure myself. It must be some super human klutz gene I inherited from my mother. Stupid olives. (not stupid mother) Seriously, there was one tiny, microscopic area on the can the could inflict pain.
OF COURSE my finger finds it.
Stupid finger...stupid olives.
And do you know what, it really, really hurt. Actually, it still hurts. Chalk it up to one more reason to hate olives. Stupid olives, I'm never buying you again.
I only wish Brandon were here to kiss it better...
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