Man, keeping up with a blog takes work! And I don't know about the rest of you blog-ites, but I have trouble coming up with a topic for a blog! I feel like our lives right now are really routine. I go to school and work. Todd goes to school and work. We come home and eat dinner. Then it's a choice of going to the gym, watching undercover boss, or a third, alternating option like watching Todd play men's league hockey or hanging out with friends or playing nintendo ds (I've almost finished Professor Layton fyi, and it's only taken like 18 hours! Not consecutively thank goodness). We are just both really excited to be done with school in April, and begin our next phase of life, more school! When I sit and write about our life right now, it sounds pretty boring! But we do manage to have fun and laugh together, and sometimes at each other. Which reminds me of a good story....
This darn dry winter makes my fingers sometimes get little cracks on the tips, and if I don't cover them up they take forever to go away. And putting band-aids on the ends of my fingers every day is not only annoying, but it makes my fingers look like lobster pincers.
So yesterday I had had it, and I decided to go to the store and get some super glue to put on the little crack. I figure if they do it at the doctor's office, so could I! So I drove to Reams, made my $1.16 purchase, and sat in the parking lot in my car to complete the procedure. I was meeting up with my mom and sister to take my niece and nephew out to play, so I thought I'd glue my finger up real quick and be on my merry way. I opened the package most carefully, because who wants to get super glue everywhere? (cue foreboding music) I read the instructions carefully, which directed me to simply twist the cap on all the way to pierce the little foil thing across the opening of the tube. Easy enough, right? I get a solid grip on the lid, hold the tube in the other, and begin to twist. I start to feel the pressure on the tube, and prepare for it to pierce. The next 5 seconds went in slow motion but I had no reaction time. The foil on the tube broke, and glue squirted out like, I don't know, something that squirts out really fast in no time. My right hand was immediately covered in superglue, my left hand had scattered spots of it, and a couple of drops got on my seat. I immediately felt claustrophobic as I watched my right middle finger slowly become encased in a layer of suffocating liquid. I decided to drive home to try to get the glue off before I met up with my family, and realized the ring I was wearing on my right hand was now sealed to my finger. That made me feel more claustrophobic and anxious so I began to yell as I held my hand in the air, driving home one-handed so I wouldn't have a bigger problem of being glued to my steering wheel. I made it home and ran inside, and read on the glue packaging how to remove super glue from skin. I was directed to soak my slowly dying hand in nail polish remover and I would be able to peel the glue off. So after 20 minutes of alternating between soaking and scrubbing my hands with salt (another tip from ehow.com) I got my ring off and maybe peeled of 1/100 of the glue on my hands. Thankfully, it finally started coming off, slowly, and today I am pleased to report there are only a few specks that remain on my hands.
Want to know how supportive Todd was through the whole thing? He was at school so I sent him a text explaining what happened, and he responded, "Don't you know you're not supposed to use superglue on cuts? Now you're going to get an infection!" Oh and we're keeping a budget for this month just to see how we spend our money, so he told me to make sure I wrote down what I spent on the chart on fridge. Thanks for the sympathy Todd, thanks. Next time something bad happens to you, I'll lecture you on the negative impact you're having on the ozone layer or something.