My Britney Spears Moment

OOOPS, I did it again, this time the index finger.  I can't type - this is taking forever. Bonus - I probably no longer have fingerprints on 2 fingers, so I can go on a wild crime spree. The worst part of this?  I bought a rotary cutter cutting glove after the first injury.  Turns out they don't work if you are not wearing them.

I had to put the splint on it because the slightest tap makes it bleed profusely - and hurts like )(*&)(*^&^.  My self-guided anger management program  is not going well and I don't need any new opportunities to swear. I live in the Bermuda Triangle of psycho drivers (AKA Massachusetts) and since I spend a lot of time on the road I have to watch myself.  I started out by saying, "Peace be with you" out loud when some nimrod cut me off or climbed up my tailpipe, but I am finding it has degenerated into something like, "Oh yeah, well, peace on you!" more often than not.

I will spend my time at the store today playing around with the blog layout.  I can do that with my right hand and a mouse.

EDIT - in the spirit of full disclosure, I have a dear friend who (when studying in Rome) always signed his letters with, "Easter (or whatever holiday) Peace on You!"   When I feel I cannot spit out "Peace be with you" I always go for Jake's version!