I Hate the Name
...but it fits so well. On Tuesday I managed to pull a muscle along my spine in my sleep (don't ask, I just hope it was worth it) and called into work because I'm a wimp and won't pull an espresso shot with a sore right arm. So having the day off I was home to see my Uncle Tom pull into the yard and nearly get crushed when he attempted to pull the canoe off it's perilous perch atop two picnic tables by himself. Gimp arm and all I rushed out onto the deck to keep him from killing himself, slipped, and did a cartoon style splitz up into the air and landed on my left knee instead of my ass like I should have. My brother, after seeing this just shook his head and said "Booboo..." >.< And he's been calling me it ever since...