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Post by tt on Jul 12, 2005 15:52:13 GMT -5
My sister Annette had come home, from New Hampshire for a summer visit. She and her husband Derek love doing house repairs, and were gainful involved in repairing my Mother's home. Annette was feverishly cleaning up supplies after having repaired cracks in the walls. Amongst the debris that she swept up was an Exacto Knife with the blade sticking straight up out of the mound of debris on the floor. She was reaching down to pick up the Exacto Knife, when Derek distracted her with a question. As she answered his question she thought it was odd that she hadn't been able to grab a hold of the Exacto Knife. It was as if it had disappeared. Her back began to bother her, as she was in this bent over squat position as she was grabbing for the Exacto Knife. So she rested both of her hands a her knees, as she looked to see where the Exacto Knife had gone to. She looked and there it was, right where she had last seen it. But now there were 4 pieces of large Elbow Macaroni, covered in tomato sauce also laying on the pile of debris. She thought how odd? Where did they come from? She reached down to pick up the Exacto Knife, and that's when she discovered that the Macaroni pieces were actually her fingers. Which had been severed by the razor sharp Exacto Knife! Eeerie I know! But all....so untrue! Boo!
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Post by "Mysti" on Jul 12, 2005 17:47:09 GMT -5
TT, I was about ready to ask if she was alright, but then I happened to glance again at what you said and noticed it said "untrue" I'm having one of those senior moments today so my focus is blurred and my CRS is working overtime. I'm figuring out the secret to growing old....it's kind of like becoming a toddler all over again. by the time you get older you've started forgetting everything so you have to learn all over again. Mysti
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Post by tt on Jul 13, 2005 15:48:19 GMT -5
Yeah! My Sister was relating how she had nicked her finger in some debris. The story just grew from that conversation. It's a good campfire story, although neither true nor Ghost related. I shared it with a few coworkers and they all had a good laugh. I too continue to have memory problems. Just today I squeezed out the toothpaste on my toothbrush and put the tube back into the medicine cabinet. Then I went to pickup the toothbrush and it was gone. I couldn't find it anywhere. I wondered if I had mistakenly thrown it away the last time I had used. Then I looked in my left hand, I was clutching onto it, while I peared into the cabinet. What a dope!
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Post by "Mysti" on Jul 13, 2005 19:20:32 GMT -5
LOL, good I'm not the only 1, I did the same thing with my comb. I was looking everywhere and cussing because I'd just had it, yep I was still holding it. Isn't life grand?
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