This morning I got up early to enjoy a relaxing cup of coffee and watch the sunrise. I am now frozen. I’m like the Tin Man from ‘The Wizard of Oz’ only I’m not rusted. I’M FROZEN! Yes, I tried to pour the coffee on my head but it had frozen too. The coffee ice cube rendered me unconscious.
When I came out of my coffee coma, I began to think of other ideas. What would the writers of ‘Frozen’ do? What would Les Shroud (Survivor Man) do? What would one of my ex-wives do? I finally fell over and hit the french door handle and mercifully rolled right in the house. I slowly thawed out, took a shower and got dressed just as Heather got out of bed.
She asked me what I had been doing. I said, “Nothing really, just messing with my iPhone.” She said,”Oh really? Then I have a question. WHERE ARE YOUR THUMBS???” Uh oh, busted! I responded thar way any husband would. I said “I don’t know.”
I found them in the shower, put them on ice (well Heather did because like an elk, I had no opposable thumbs) and we’re on the way to the hospital for reattachment. So, if I don’t write a blog for six or seven months, you’ll know why. Wish me luck.
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Methinks you exaggerate only slightly. Best of luck with the thumb re-attachment! I had a fingertip reattached once, and it worked out find … can barely even see the scar now, and I learned to watch the butcher knife while chopping onions. Have Heather write a post and let us know how you are from time to time.
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Yikes! Perhaps there might have been some embellishments. I’m glad your fingertip shows no signs of the reattachment! Heather blog? She’s a great writer, but has never even read ONE of mine. She hates blogs. Go figure.
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