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Jan. 11th, 2009 05:53 pmSo, my right ring finger has been strangely sore today. I'm all "Nooooooo! You must not be knitting-related sore! I have a lot to do!"
Fortunately, it's not knitting sore. Unfortunately, I discovered why it's sore only by doing the same thing. Dear tea tin makers: I understand you want a nice airtight seal--I'm right with you there--however, if your patrons hurt themselves getting to their tea, you will sell fewer tins. Ouchers.
Granted, I have itty-bitty hands, so other people might not have this problem. If that pesky cabana boy would get back here, I wouldn't have to worry about this.
There was a small tea-related kitchen incident earlier today. Someone decided to lay in the centre of the floor. Okay, I see you there, fuzzbutt. Alas, I picked up my freshly-poured mug of tea rather more vigourously than I though and splashed a bit on the kitty. On the kitty's face, to be precise. Then I said very loudly "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Alas for poor fuzzbutt, she does not speak distressed human and heard only yelling right after something rather hot splashed her face. We worked it out and between us got her all cleaned up.
She's fine. She was lying in the middle of the kitchen floor again not 10 minutes ago. No wonder she has a reputation for being dumb…
Whenever I read Bear, my commas go all crazy for a little while after.
Fortunately, it's not knitting sore. Unfortunately, I discovered why it's sore only by doing the same thing. Dear tea tin makers: I understand you want a nice airtight seal--I'm right with you there--however, if your patrons hurt themselves getting to their tea, you will sell fewer tins. Ouchers.
Granted, I have itty-bitty hands, so other people might not have this problem. If that pesky cabana boy would get back here, I wouldn't have to worry about this.
There was a small tea-related kitchen incident earlier today. Someone decided to lay in the centre of the floor. Okay, I see you there, fuzzbutt. Alas, I picked up my freshly-poured mug of tea rather more vigourously than I though and splashed a bit on the kitty. On the kitty's face, to be precise. Then I said very loudly "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Alas for poor fuzzbutt, she does not speak distressed human and heard only yelling right after something rather hot splashed her face. We worked it out and between us got her all cleaned up.
She's fine. She was lying in the middle of the kitchen floor again not 10 minutes ago. No wonder she has a reputation for being dumb…
Whenever I read Bear, my commas go all crazy for a little while after.