My hands are cracking up

*BLOG POST SOLELY ABOUT CHAPPED HANDS AND THE FACT THAT IT'S ALREADY JANUARY WITHOUT A POST. PLEASE LEAVE IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING.*



Wow, it's been a while since my last post. Mainly because when I blog, I use my own compy on the white desk in the good ol' basement, and it takes a while for the letters to show up. And my fingers usually freeze on the keyboard, and then I have to snap them.

But you know what makes frozen fingers even WORSE? cracked up, bleeding, chapped knuckles. Yes that's right, the winter chill has found a way through my ultra-extra-super-duper-padded gloves and into my skin. Upon reaching my skin it took out a shovel and started trenches or something, because it REALLY HURTS whenever I flex my knuckles, or fingers (they are attached to my knuckles).

So I tried to put on lotion. Unfourtunatly, when I tried to take my hand lotion with me to New York last week, the bottle squirted all over my suitcase, and Mrs. B made me throw it out. So now I'm livin off a much-more-empty-than-you-think bottle of "love spell" flavored cream, and I think it's days are quite numbered. Like, single digits.

And one more thing:
IT HURTS. A LOT. I WISH MY HANDS DID NOT HURT THAT MUCH WHEN I USE THEM. WHICH IS A LOT.


(I made a post!)