I think my creative writing thoughts went out the window with Ben's desire to paint. But I miss him painting, even though that usually means our kitchen table is covered with paints and a canvas for weeks at a time. So I'm going to blog today about ...
If you look at a certain branch in my family, whether we look alike or not, we all have something in common.
A crooked pinky.
It's not quite a "C" but it's definitely part of a cursive "I" - not to be mistaken for a lower case "L".
All my fingers are a little crooked but I think those might be from when I used to play basketball every day and come home with jammed/purple and blue fingers. In this, my crooked pinky is unique from its constant companions. I was born with my lovely crooked pinkies. Although, should you wish to know, my left one is a lot worse than my right.
So now you know my family's little secret.
Maybe if your pinky is crooked we're related too.
Now to keep your interest peaked in regards to our blog - Stay tuned for a post about my toes!
Or am I?