Not that I ever do.
My daughter's friend came over to do her taxes on my Turbo Tax, and she had to go out to her car to grab a W-2 she left behind. Since she was going to come right back in, she left the door open. Not wanting to let the heat in, I went to shut the door and spotted a wasp heading straight for the doorway.
I shoved the door shut, jamming my middle finger in the process. It was worth the effort, because the wasp was stuck outside, bouncing against the window. But now my finger hurts, and I keep watching to see if it's getting swollen.
Not yet.
But I'm afraid my blogging time (and flipping time) is almost over for now...
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That's a terrible sacrifice and price to pay! I hope you applied ice, right away to retard the swelling.
When I read your title, I thought maybe you couldn't flip anyone off, period and regardless of the well-being of your middle digit.
This post reminded me of that time I was in kindergarten and I hurt that finger. Maybe that might be an interesting story to tell in your blog.
Just a suggestion.
-son
WordSmith,
Unfortunately it didn't occur to me to apply ice until I saw your comment, so I now have a fat finger.
As for non-injury flipping, I vaguely remember doing that once in the last year or two, but only "under my breath," down below window level where nobody but God could see. So I guess I really can't flip anyone off.
My anonymous son,
Ah, yes, that story...
My son hurt himself, and when the principal (a very sweet lady) asked him where, he showed her The Finger.
He got in trouble for it, and the principal called me to find out if he knew what it meant. I told her he couldn't possibly know, so she let him off the hook, and then my husband and I had a talk with him after school to be sure he knew not to show that finger to anyone all by itself.
"...But I'm afraid my blogging time (and flipping time) is almost over for now..."
Oh wah! Quit whining and start typing. It will be good for your damaged bird finger!
Compassionately yours,
...
My son hurt himself, and when the principal (a very sweet lady) asked him where, he showed her The Finger.
Lol! A few months ago, within a week of each other, I had two different kids at the gymnastics club I worked at, do the same thing!
One wanted to show me her band aid, and stuck her middle finger up at me.
It was a pretty colorful band-aid, from what I recall.
WordSmith,
Ah, the joys of innocence! It's good to know it still exists.
Never fret, I'll make sure to flip off twice as many people for the both of us.
Jacob,
I'm so glad I can count on you to be there for me. Thanks ever so much.
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