UrsulaV (ursulav) wrote,
UrsulaV
ursulav

Tales of the Pathetic

I am such a wuss.

I wielded the pruning shears with reckless abandon today.

Really reckless abandon.

Somewhat too reckless, apparently.

This evening, when I attempted to use the can opener, I was suddenly in dire pain. The little tendons in the hand that grip Mr. Pinchy-thing* are the same tendons that grip Mr. Can Opener, and they informed that they were done for the day.

Defeated utterly by a can of beans--I had brains, but it had brawn, cumin, and chili spices--I abandoned my attempt to help with dinner and slunk back to my computer. I suspect that James thinks less of me. I threatened to open a can of whoopass at some point in the future when I could grip the can opener without whimpering.



*Hey! James calls it that too. I'm not weird.
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