This post is a tribute to all the maimed and injured fingers in the world. Over the course of one weekend, three friends, including me, destroyed one of our helpless little fingers.

Brandon, poor poor Brandon, with his hammer-smashed finger. Luckily they were able to glue the top back on at the hospital. Hopefully they don't mind the finger brace while he's filming in Portugal.

Sean, sweet innocent little Sean, with his razor-filleted finger. He was only trying to take out the trash, and that nasty tin-can lid had to tear his finger in half. But before you knew it, he was back from the ER at the Ward Party with a wrapped/braced finger ready to man the HD Photobooth.

Then Me, just me, foolishly rinsing off my new kitchen shears with my bear hands. Blegh! Just thinking of how to write the story gave me the gross chills as I relive that moment of slicing. In a flash my thumb had a cut down, well, pretty deep. In this case though, I didn't get the luxury of a hospital room and nurses catering to my side. Maybe it's just cause I am more manly or tough than the others, but a torn napkin and some scotch tape did the patching job just fine. This kind of bandaging doesn't last as long though, so it has to be replaced every few hours. In reality, it's because my injury was the least severe of all, and running to the ER sounded like more of a pain than it was worth. And those kitchen shears? I won them as the grand prize at Bunko last month ;)

So what have we learned from this treacherous weekend of finger maiming? Our fingers may seem tough, but they are really tiny and fragile. Treat them with care. It hurts when they get hurt. Use caution when hammering, trowing out trash, or cleaning knives. And play with your Bunko prizes gently & wearily. Here's to the wrapped bulky unusable fingers out there-- healing the wounds of life.
The ghetto bandage job. At least the tape was Scotch and not Duct... and I purposefully used my awesome pillow pattern as a background for the picture, to try and make it prettier.