Short Fingers

I’ve always wanted long fingers. You know those kind of long fingers with beautifully shaped and polished nails. Alas, I have short fingers. My best friend called them longanisa fingers. Yeah, just like that. It seems that my fingers have always gotten me into funny and memorable situations.

When I was 19, I spent a year in Paris studying abroad. Being from California, I was ill-equipped for the Parisian cold. It was a complete disaster actually. One day, which turned out to be one of the coldest days on record, I was wandering around with a couple of friends and we decided to go look for the tombs of a few famous people at the Père Lachaise cemetery. Of course I forgot my pair of gloves so pretty soon my fingers were ready to fall off. After complaining about my hands, a scene almost identical to this one played out:

I can’t watch Dumb and Dumber without cracking up and remembering that day.

So today I was out buying some gardening items because I’ve decided to take some of my psychiatrist’s recommendations to try some new things and pick up some hobbies. I bought some gardening gloves and I remembered the whole glove stuff so I had to take a picture:

My thumb is abnormally short. Look how much space is left that my brother is pinching while I took the picture. My best friend used to fold back the extra space on my gloves and laugh. I don’t have a clubbed thumb…it’s just SHORT. Anyway, I think my best friend will get a kick out of this. 😛

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