May's Kim-ism.
The restaurant I work at has a baby grand piano. It must be moved into the centre of the restaurant at the end of each shift and locked up. I was closing by myself, and like all those in management, my boss tried to be helpful. Result: Baby grand piano lands on my big toe. Lots of blood. Toenail looks like it might not make it.
Dude, stop trying to be like me!
ReplyDeleteLove your sis
Ouch!
ReplyDeleteIn true Kim style, we'll add this to the Kimisims!!
Uncle Jim would send kleenexes but he can't spare any!
Hope you both get better soon. Sniff!