If none of you had seen my broken finger, there it is. They couldn't cast it, so I picked out some cute purple bandage wrap. It only made it look more obvious when I was "flipping someone off".
I broke at Girls Camp in June. Something happened involving a tire swing and splintering bridge and a taut rope with my fingers in it. We had been there 3 hours and I stayed the whole time not knowing until Friday that it was actually broken. Didn't matter to me, I could still play my Ukulele.
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