Folks seem to forget that Frankenstein is the name of the twisted scientist, not the creature himself. Since I’m the writer around here, though, I take the initiative to call myself Frankenellastein, and we’ll all just have to live with it. I nervously unwrapped my hand today, pleased to get some air on my owie…
Author: Kay at Blue Speckled Pup
I spend my weekdays days teaching junior high fashion and fitness courses. I spend the rest of my life making up recipes and ignoring my measuring cups, singing, dancing, writing, and making dinosaur noises.
I'm clumsy, passionate, spontaneous, and rather ridiculous. Luckily for me, I am married to a wonderful man who balances me perfectly. We live in Alberta, Canada, with two lovely dogs and one dumb cat.
The Left One Makes an “L”
This is a photo of my poor paw about 30 hours post-op. It’s wrapped up, doctor’s orders, until noon on the 3rd, which is fine with me, since I’d rather not see the Frankenstein’s monster look I’ve got going on under all the gauze. The shaky ink on my forearm is not a prison tattoo….
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