Damn Genetics...
So today, I'm hanging out with some family and we head to DC to take my gramps to the WWII memorial, seeing as he's 90, and was in D-Day and all, and thought he should see it. Before he dies. Yeah, for many years now, my gramps has claimed that he was going to die soon. It's now a big joke and we have a a "coffin chart" based upon how long he "hangs on". He loved it! 1 year = platinum. Year 2 = Mahogany and so on. He wants a pine coffin. Which we determined is 5 years. He asked what happened if he hung on for 6 years and we said cardboard box. But, I digress.
Anyhoo, we're talking about how my family has cold hands and how it's probably Raynaud's syndrome (which I have) and how it's probably genetic and oh, by the way, thanks a lot dad, gramps and uncle for this wonderful "gift". HA. We're all laughing and chuckling and having a grand old time. And then I get back to my house and THIS randomly happens:
Who DOESN'T want stripe-y hands where parts of two fingers are randomly numb? Even though I hadn't been outside in over 1.5 hours and was actually finishing up dinner, and thus, not cold at all.
I just love genetics, don't you? At least my middle finger was still functional...
At least it's balances. I've always been a sucker for symmetry.
Posted by
tfg |
2/20/07 5:58 AM
Well, as long as your middle finger was OK, nothing to worry about. [smirk] Your gramps sounds like an absolute hoot!! I hope he makes it to the cardboard box.
Posted by
Katherine |
2/20/07 9:28 AM
i blame carlos. but it looks purty!
Posted by
Carmen |
2/22/07 8:39 AM
Love your tatoo
Posted by
tkkerouac |
2/22/07 9:54 AM
at least you can still give the international hand gesture. you only need your middle finger for that
Posted by
Anonymous |
3/22/07 5:17 PM