Smashed fingers are not as fun as smashed taters. Just sayin’.

Hello, hello!

There’s only 1 week left until Christmas!

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It’s been a heckuva week already.

I totally rested up on Sunday after my long run on Saturday.

And then, on Monday, I did some cross-training in the back yard.

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28 bags.

Twenty. Eight.

Oh, and this happened too.

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Actually, that happened BEFORE the 28 bags.

The garage door tried to gobble my fingers up.

There was lots of cussing.

LOTS.

Hey, what did you expect? I AM the daughter of a sailor, veteran sailor, wife of a sailor, and mother of a sailor. Don’t judge me.

They’re healing but it’s going to take some time.

At least my middle finger is no longer as big as a big toe.

Yes, I really raked up 28 bags of leaves with 2 smashed fingers.

Yes, I’m crazy.

But, my yard looks so much nicer now! πŸ™‚

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Yesterday, I went out for a quick tempo/hill run and felt every little bit of Monday’s yard work.

Oof.

So thankful today’s a rest day.

Gives me more time to play with my new toy.

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EEEP!

Thank goodness it doesn’t hurt to type!

Oh, and Thing 2 and I need to decorate these.

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Om nom nom!

Question: What’s your favorite shape of Christmas cookie?

Mine would have to be the stockings. Can’t explain why. πŸ™‚

– jennifer

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One thought on “Smashed fingers are not as fun as smashed taters. Just sayin’.

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