My Sister Calls Me Margot

I did a real doozie. My pointer finger unwisely battled a sharp kitchen utensil, and I guess you can tell who won. My battle wounds are covered with copious amounts of neosporin, liquid skin, gauze, and bandages. As a result, my sister calls me Margot. As in Margot Tenenbaum (classic film, even more classic character). You may recall how she lost part of her right ring finger, and thusly has a wooden one (see above photo). My pointer finger looks strangely similar. So my sister calls me Margot. i.e., "What are you doing today, Margot?", and "Whatever you say, Margot."