Hey lookee there. The calendar says it's Monday. Man, I know there was something I'm supposed to do on Mondays, but I can't recall what it is. I hate getting old. Feed the dogs? Did that. Get the kid to school? Did that. Go to meeting at school? Did that, too. Hmmm...I wish I could remember. Oh, I wonder what's going on over at the blog today...
Crap. My day to post. Not like I've been doing this very long. It's easy to see how I could forget, right? Only been like four years. Whatever.
So here is my post - I burned my hand on the lawnmower this weekend. I now have an ugly, hideous, gross blister on the side of my index finger and it keeps oozing and oozing and stinging and stinging. Awesome, right? I would take a picture of it but I don't feel like it. So you'll just have to draw up your own mental image. And after I burned it, I had to go play tennis and, uh, it sorta popped and, uh, well this is getting uncomfortable.
Tell us the dumbest thing you did this weekend.
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