End of the Week Roundup & Overheard

Overheard This Week

Amy (texted to Nurse Friend Kelly, after a couple of hours of profuse thumb blood loss): Ummm… How do you know when you should go get stitches?

Nurse Friend Kelly (upon seeing my nearly severed thumb): “Holy shit, Amy!  You definitely should have gone to get stitches.”
Internal Monologue of Nurse Friend Kelly: Jackass.

Addison (in reference to my bloody bandage): “That’s bootiful, Mommy!”

Ella: “Come look, Mommy!  This is incredible!  Addison just did FIVE poops in the potty!”  (I’ve got to hand it to her–that IS pretty incredible.)

Steve (after admitting he often dreams about math problems): “I love you and I want what’s best for you, but you don’t make sense to me.  Numbers make sense to me.”  (And now I’m worried he’s going to leave me for a younger story problem, or perhaps some slutty long division.  I mean, how can I compete with that?)

Roundup

What??? of the week was a close one, but I think I’m going to go with Bullshark, who claims I need a “100% pure hog lard” doughnut.  I can’t even wrap my mind around that one.  Do you think it counts as vegetarian if I order it without the bacon sprinkles?  But then, what’s the point of that?
Runnerup goes to OldSoldier54’s comment on The Thumb Story.  I’m not sure I really understand his conspiracy theory, but I’m frightened just the same.

Insight of the week goes to Hank of Devil Dog Brew: “I hate to break it to you but cats are purrrr evil. Ever notice that c.a.t.s = cut amy’s thumb Satan.”

I also like it that Curt 0.2 used the sentence, “Those shoes rock my face off.”

Highlights from Just Barely on Twitter this week:
JB had to get her dressing changed because she got garlic and olive oil in her wound.
JB already got salsa under her new bandage and it’s not even noon yet.
JB knows she SHOULDN’T climb the ladder with a pair of loppers…
Going to go sit in the tub with a glass of cheap wine and think about which doughnut Jesus wants me to eat B4 teaching RE tomorrow.
Just remembered I can’t sit in the tub because of my #$@*&! thumb wound. Shit.
Self: Maybe you shouldn’t be leaning out that 2nd story window with hedge clippers. Me: Why not? What could possibly go wrong?
JB’s thumb wound smells bad so she’s about to use safety scissors to cut off the bandage & check it out. Again, what could possibly go wrong?
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Thanks for reading and writing everyone!  See you next week.