Last Sunday I went to the grocery shop to get things for dinner and got out the car and closed the door and started to walk into the store.
I couldn’t get very far, and thinking my coat was stuck in the car door, I turned around to open the door and get on my way.
Much to my surprise it wasn’t my coat, but my little left thumb stuck firmly in the door.
My thumb day on the day of doom
The day after doom (and pretty much what it looks like now)
1 comment:
Good heavens, girl! How did you not feel that your thumb was in the door? Is it that cold there?
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