Never a hand model will I make...

And that was true even before the traumatic events of this morning.

My co-worker, Matt, and I spent a few minutes (at my expense) trying to come up with the perfect caption for what I am about to show you.

Here are a few ideas:

I got this nailed!
I nailed it!
Thumbs Up! (so the blood flows away from the wound!)
In & Out
Can you say TETANUS?

I went with a big ol' OUCH!

Marcos asked why I couldn't have flexed more so that my thumb appeared skinnier. Sheesh. Men.

I guess I am off to Urgent Care to get a big ol' shot.
It hurts!
The sad thing is it wasn't even a craft or anything I was working on.
Nic was messing with a decorative wagon wheel... and I noticed one of the spokes (?) was messed up, so I went to fix it.

I guess you can say, I'd take a bullet nail for Nic. Since I practically already did.
What a great mom I am.

I am feeling whoozy.
Is that normal?

Off to get a shot.

Ouch.

Love,
Queen of the Drama