Life Is Great (Depends On How You Look At It)

Those are my fingers. See the one in the middle. It is fat.

Hey Folks!

You may wonder why my one middle finger is fat. That's why I'm writing this post- to tell you.

So, my life was going just fine: I had finished a great day of work. Great. I got to go play frisbee. Great. I felt (and played) really good. Greater. I made a really great hand block. Greatest. When I made the hand block my hand crashed into the ground causing one of my fingers to feel as if it was broken... Ouch. 

So yeah!  I either jammed my finger or I broke it. Isn't that awesome?:) But hey! Life is great, 'cause I still got ten fingers. What more could one ask for?

I'm Eddy Blakeston.

My finger's broken.

I want my nookie...

Life's Great!

(And I wrote this whole post one-handed!)