Tales of a Northern Southpaw

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its true

AnqeiicDemise

on May 31, 2010

I couldn't brush my hair on Sunday morning. The brace won't let me bend my hand properly and my coordination with the left isn't as smooth as I would like it to be.

I was frustrated. Now I understand how my grandmother felt when she had her stroke.

Anyway, I was about to cry because I was so angry at not being able to do the simplest of things. Hubby came over, plucked the brush from my hand and took over.

And he was so gentle too. I swear, I should give him a time machine to go train my mother on how to properly untangle hair. She just YANKS. ouch.