Oct 03, 2008 18:14
It's got to be a sign from God that if you take a chunk out of your finger while vacuuming, God doesn't want you to vacuum.
A CHUNK. Out of my FINGER. From vaccuming!
I reached down to adjust the vacuum hose, and my hand scraped against a box under my bed.
Ow.
I went about vacuuming, but Oww.
I looked at my finger. Rather a lot of blood on that knuckle there.
Owwww.
I went and washed the blood off. There's a flap of skin hanging off.
OWWW.
D:
SRSLY, ONLY ME. Only I can severely injure myself vacuuming. I mean, really. REALLY.
I put a band-aid on, and went back to vacuuming.
Found a spider on my bed. Screamed. Jumped onto bed and peeked down underneath from my safe spot.
Vacuumed that little bastard up. Spawn of Ungoliant: 0. Me: 1/2.
I glanced down at my (still hurtinnnng) hand, yeah. The band-aid has a lovely blood stain on the outside of it.
Only me.
OK GOD, I HEARD YOU. I'LL STOP CLEANING IF YOU GET RID OF THE DUST BUNNIES.
ETA:
thebeatrice44 (6:41:06 PM): OH HONESTLY. I just sliced my thumb.
thebeatrice44 (6:41:10 PM): Not as bad as my finger.
thebeatrice44 (6:41:12 PM): But still.
Opurple1226 (6:41:37 PM): how are you vaccuming, with a knife?
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