..or at least my fingers.
my fam and i went to the beach yesterday (oh glorious southern california beaches, how i miss you more than i could ever express with stupid words). i was standing on my sisters car trying to get the surfboards down when blake slammed the passenger door shut. no problem right? except that my hand was in there.
it's weird what your mind thinks when things like this happen. and how quickly. it hurt, but it wasn't really painful. i was fully aware that my fingers were in the door, that i couldn't move, and that my rings were being crushed. i knew that the handle to the door was way too far away and there was no way i could contort my body into reaching it.
so i yelled. "BLAAAAAAKE!!! oh my god, open the door please. NOW!!!!!" he freaked a little, ran back to the car and opened the door. i pulled my hand out and my fingers were already swelling. i knew i'd better get my wedding rings off before i couldn't ever get them off. those rings. they saved my fingers from getting broke. at least one finger. my hand is totally fine. my rings are totally fine. i think that i might have superpowers. i mean, who gets their hand smashed in a car door and walks away unscathed?
PEOPLE WITH SUPERPOWERS DO!!!!!!! that's right. later tonight, i'm going to try flying (thanks bloggess). and tomorrow, i'll probably see if i can scale tall buildings and shit.