those bastards will bite.

Two large rocks had my marriage finger caught in the middle, causing said finger to swell to twice it's normal size and become purply and gross. This was the big event of my Thursday. Old Ringy has made a quick recovery and now only remains purple and hurty beneath the nail. There was surprisingly little spilt blood involved.

I've learned to be more careful when transporting large rocks and that the pain of a smashed finger can make one feel the need to vomit (I tried hard and held it in).