OK, first of all I have to report negative success on that damn Aussie Cave. Even the balcony tickets are 50 bucks, and I am not able to justify that kind of thing. Good seats are $150-200. fucking fuck.
Next, I am fucking fuck toward my fucking lame fucking asshole son, who slept in all day and didn’t bother shoveling the small amount of snow that fell. I had to go out to work, and he is home between trimesters. Apparently he slept all day, so when I got home, I had to scrape off the small amount of snow. Ok, it wasn’t that much, but the sidewalk had been tromped down by college students all day, and could have been cleared off; if it isn’t, it turns into hard pack, and never goes away until April at best.
But the best is yet to come. Some of you may recall an episode where I was walking a job site and stepped on a flanged nail, then had to pull the nail out of my foot where I had nailed my shoe on? OK, similar. While shoveling the sloped portion of the drive, I slipped and put my hand out to stop myself. and, as I discovered, dislocated my right hand pinky finger at the big knuckle.
What do you do when you dislocate one of your fingers? Well you pull on it until it pops back into place. You’ll be able to tell, believe me. If it moves somewhat like prior, it’s back in place. If it is sticking at a funny angle, keep trying.
Then pound a bunch of aspirin and/or ibuprofen, because it will hurt like a fucker tomorrow. Alcohol is also recommended.
And if you feel like it, yell at your son who sat on his fucking ass all day hoping the snow would melt.