Of Baby Troll Blog has finally upgraded to a real blog. Cant easily insert a link from my phone but hes near the top of the sidebar. Go harrass him. The new blog should be easier to read search and link to, if less pretty. I go for the words anyway, which is why this place is such a dogs breakfast.
Is the hotel where i first met the Ogwife.
I had been working on an install and sliced my hand open, and the project paperclip nazi at the local hospital had sewn the skin to the tendons underneath.
The future Ogwife cut and restitched my hand properly, stitches so neat they healed with little scar.
We’ll squeeze each others hand as we drive by on the way out of town today.
The daughter will make one of her faces.
In a chlorinated pool every day, and im amazed at the way my arms and hands look- scars dont tan, and mine make me look like a patchwork man, not big scars but literally countless little ones, stitched together here and there like the work of a weary coroner assembling the corpse just enough to put in a box.
Still, they all healed, and not one pulled the reaper and binky near to me, so i count that as a win.
