HELLO! MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA. YOU KILLED MY FATHER! PREPARE TO DIE!
or possibly -- "I want my father back, you son of a bitch!" STAB!
Anyway, in the interests of blogging I'm applying the theory to my day. So far. Because it's only 9:30 am.
I have a festery splinter in the most useful finger I own. NO not the RUDE finger! the pointer one. The one I use to do everything with (except complain. I use the RUDE finger to complain.)
I got the splinter yesterday from firewood, and I can't dig it out, and it hurrrrrrrrts - maybe not like having a baby or ripping a nail clean off, but still.
And the only Band-aid I could find in the doctor bag is a bright pink Barbie Band-aid.
I'll leave it to you to decide which is the worst part of that little scenario. Because it all depends on how you rate the sight of a 45 year old woman wearing Barbie Band-aids. If you can even tell what kind it is. I'm not wearing my glasses so to me, it looks like a hot pink blur.
The best part is that I also found Magnoplasm in the doctor bag AND it wasn't past its' expiry date!