I have decided that I need to marry some sort of finance major/accountant. I've always thought that I should, since money is certainly not my forte -- I hate pretty much everything that has to do with it. But today this thought turned into a necessity when I paper cut my cheek with an envelope. What does giving yourself a paper cut from the corner of your mouth to the middle of your cheek have to do with marrying an accountant?
Everything.
4 comments:
do you want some lemondade?
:)
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
At least it was your cheek and not your eye, eh? :)
Holy moly! That is so weird!
I've paper cut my lip before on an envelope - I feel your pain.
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