I really am a danger to myself and to society around me. No joke. In the span of the past week, I’ve slipped on ice twice and scraped up two different fingers on my right hand, I’ve grated sweet potatoes and sliced off part of my right thumb and nail, and I burnt my right wrist with my clothes steamer while steaming my white cuffed shirt for work. All not fun, I assure you.
So, while I enjoy the fact that I’ll be healing with partially different prints than the national database and could now consider a life of crime, I think that the greatest gift that HIF could give me this holiday season would be to combine all of theirto create a padded room to keep me safe. Seriously.