I already fell off the "write everyday" wagon.  Here is my excuse.  On Saturday, I actually saw client which took up most of the day and had me away from a functioning computer. Then we were trying to go to this Italian place for dinner. My car had a flat tire, so we were taking my husband's car.  I drive a Nissan Cube.  Don't laugh, it is really roomy on the inside.  Even my 6'2" father says it is easy to get in and out of that car.  We were driving the Honda Accord instead.  Significantly nicer, but not nearly as easy for me to enter.  When I was maneuvering my way in, my son (who has no trouble climbing in the back), slammed his door shut with my pinkie finger still in it.

It is amazing how many thoughts go through your head in a split second.  After the initial,"Oh my God!  What the...? That really hurt"  I thought, "Oh.  My pinkie is in the closed car door."  Then "I'd better not move, or I will break/tear off my pinkie"  The thought were not in any particular order.  they included "Damn, I wanted to go eat out." " Damn, I don't want to go to the hospital." " Oh look, my necklace fell off.  I'd better wait til my finger is free before I pick it up.".  I heard my husband yell at Eli to open the door, which he did.

When my finger was free, I got in the car and took a look at my poor little pinkie finger.  I was interesting to see it sticking out at a right angle to my palm. I reached down to smooth it back into place with my husband yelling "Don't touch it!"  But too late.  I pulled on it the tiniest bit and it really and truly just straightened itself out like a good little soldier.  I wiggled it around, bent it, and compared to my other pinkie.  It wasn't even swollen!

We went ahead to the restaurant, discussing how we thought we would be on our way to the ER rather that eating fish tacos and chicken mole. (The Italian place was packed. so we ended up eating Mexican)  My son said, "There's rubber around the door for a reason  My husband said, Yeah, to keep out the rain!"   I guess that cushioning for a wayward finger is strictly a fringe benefit.

If I were am Evangelical Christian, I'm sure I would think that the fact that my finger was not severed or smashed was proof that all that prayin' and church-going was the reason.  However, scientifically, I am sure that it was probably not all that uncommon of an event.

So all of that to say give me a break for not writing.  The poor little guy is still pretty sore and stiff.  I just glad it was only my pinkie!