Last night I was chopping veggies to make pasta sauce, and I cut my other thumb. It wasn't very serious, but it bled a lot. So I had a bandage on my thumb. One thumb with 5 stitches, one thumb with a bandaid.
I'm what you could call the "Thumbless."
In other news, Amy wrote a letter to the Brat. "Please respect my stuff, don't leave such big messes, ask me before you have people over." He replied this morning. "You're not my Mom. I'm a big deusch bag. I expect all those things in return." He expects them in return?! Why, has Amy been having 20 underage drunk losers over every night of the week? Has she been making huge messes? Is she quickly becoming a drop-out alcoholic?! I don't think so!
In his defense, he is pretty busy. He works installing garage doors during the day. (Except for when he calls in sick because he stayed up until 4 AM getting drunk with middle schoolers.) He also takes TWO classes. TWO! No joke. One is WELDING and the other is ALGEBRA. (He used to take two... he flunked algebra, and now his semester at the community college is over.) Oh, that poor guy. Algebra was SO HARD. Let me assure you, taking Algebra is ten times harder than Calculus, Differential Equations, Linear Algebra, and Numerical Analysis combined. Stupid ass. And welding?! Who the hell takes welding anyway?
So this entry in a nutshell: My thumb stitches come out today and Amy's brother is a schmuck.