Friday, February 27, 2009

3's

Why is it that bad luck comes in three's? I've experienced it enough times in my life to have seen the pattern. And today was no exception; although it all seemed to be localized to my hands, here's where I know I'm my mother's daughter. It began with getting my right hand pinky caught in the casing as I opened the window (OUCH!). It was painfully numb at first, and then, very quickly, went to beyond painful. Then at some point this afternoon, I sliced the nuckle of my left middle finger (stings), possibly on the plastic grape container. And finally, while using my straightener, I caught the same middle finger, at the nuckle (burns), I've NEVER done that before.

Although, one could count all that as just one thing. And if so, I should just go to bed before anything else could happen.

2 comments:

Gramma Seguine said...

I am glad you're my daughter--even if right now you are wondering if that is a good thing! Sorry for the painful day :(

NanaBuni said...

Sounds like March came in like a lion at your house, praying it goes out like a lamb. Kissess on all your boo boos.