I was complaining to Dad the other day, that (due to a combination of cold weather, heated houses, detergent, soap and who knows what else) my hands are a bit gross at the moment. In typical dad fashion, he suggested we cut them off.
Ummm.... no.
I need my hands.
Which made me realise just how much I need my hands. How difficult life would be if I lost even a finger, let alone a whole hand. I'm thankful I have two fully functioning hands, even if I am a little self-conscious about them at the moment.
PS. I didn't actually take this photo today. Oops.
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