Tuesday, October 30, 2007

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."

4 comments:

ali said...

Way to go, Margot.

Kate said...

Haha! That movie is a classic! Sorry about your finger though.

Aimee said...

Total classic, easily one of Jason and my favorites. Sorry about your ouchy.

Olivia said...

i heart margot, and i appreciate the sacrifices you're making to emulate her jamie: the shorter hair, the fingular mutilation.... you're dedicated. that's what i like to see.