Itchy and prickly stitches, oh my!
Here’s looking to Wednesday. Stitches come out. And I get to visit the Infamous for the 4th of July weekend. I’ve promised Miss R to take lots of pictures, perhaps even some goofy ones at that. And perhaps, if the Infamous wants, I’ll make him some goodies or something if he has to work on Thursday. Does he have anything which which to cook? We shall all find out!
You know how sometimes you don’t notice something, or you’re not bothered by something till someone mentions it to you? Yeah, well, thanks goes to the woman who asked about my hand at the Wright Patterson Air Force Tattoo yesterday. I now can’t get my mind off the itching.
And speaking of the Tattoo. I need to complain about something since I vow not to complain about my hand. What an overhyped and underperforming event. In the span of an hour, we had five aircraft flyovers. Five. Yippee. And I particularly didn’t like waiting an hour just to get out of the parking lot. If that’s how my tax dollars are being spent, I’d like a refund.
Move over, Manreeny. It’s my turn to garner sympathy from the family.
Nothing draws coworkers together as does one of them slicing their hand open down to the tendon.