Over winter break, I went to my boyfriend's home. While there, he thought it would be a good idea to go horseback riding. Since I had never done it, I was all for it. However, at one moment, the horse I was riding spooked, and I jammed my pinky on the horn of the saddle. I know, right now you're thinking, "Poor Rita." If you're not, you should be. After subtle whining to several family members, I got it checked out to discover it was in fact sprained. YES! I was really hoping there was reason for my wailing.
When we needed a topic for this blog project, I struggled to come up with ideas. I've always wished I was left-handed, and since my right pinky was injured, it only seemed appropriate to try the left handed approach. After weeks of left-hand implementation-ness, I tried to brush my teeth with my right hand. That gosh darn pinky is still sore! My goodness. What will it take.
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