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Joanna's new hobby, apparently, is finding bracelets for me to attempt to try on. I was subjected to several different kinds this evening, in an effort to see which ones would go over my freakishly shaped paw-hands. See, I have wee little hands with itty short fingers, but they're wide. Good for climbing trees and picking pockets.

The first bracelet managed to slip past the widest part, but that's the bracelet that slides right off her hand. The second one I couldn't get past my thumb joint. Ha. Ha. Ha.

These are not hands made for wearing bracelets. These are hands made for cracking open oysters on my chest with a fucking rock.