Funny to read Kant's missives on Taste and than start a book on Taste by Leticia Baldridge on the same day. I love books on etiquette and style, as contemporary ignorance of manners gives me the wiggins.
In the "bodily injuries" category:
Friday I cut my finger with a bread knife. Sliced right through the nail. It um... made a mess. Somehow we managed to be out of bandaids, so it wore a gauze cast for a couple of days.
That poor finger... earlier this week I got a horrid splinter in it. When j. tried to help extract it, I felt like I was 6 again, with my dad telling me angrily not to be a baby. J was more patient than Dad, but he gave up in the face of my immense wimpiness.