Undr--Finally! I see it takes mentioning Apolo to get you to stop by. :)

 

i still have a scar on my right wrist (the perfect size of a staple)from where my sister "accidentally" stapled me. it hurt like a mother. ahhh...older sisters.

 

you've had a tetanus shot in the last 10 years, right?

 

Shannon--that's why we can't trust boys. heh

Mimi--my thumb still hurts a bit too. *whimper*

grody jo-dee--yep, and why did I think that after I pulled it out. lol.

 

and to think when I was young we used to shoot each other with staple guns. (when My father wasn't around)

 

OUCH! Damn GG that even hurt my thumb just reading it.
Freakin staplers just are not safe. Ok we would shoot them at each other when I worked at the furniture place. But we always aimed where we couldnt hit each other. We also threw lil blocks of wood at the bosses window. It was a very thick glass it never did break. He would pay us back by putting a dead rat or lizard throw the sander. We would be waiting for the piece of wood to come thru and end up getting a dead rodent. I miss working there some days. Here I am writing a book when all I wanted to say was HI and I missed ya when I was in the hospital :)

 

That's awful - you poor thing! But it reminds me of another staple story - In fifth grade, I was terribly tormented by a nasty little shit who just would not stop yanking my braids. So, I stapled his thumb. It went all the way through. The nuns were very mad at me, because, you know, girls just aren't supposed to behave that way. I got three weeks detention - but it was worth it. The little prick never yanked my braids again.