Literal. Painful. Irony.

The anticipation of freshly baked banana bread was rudely interrupted by the painful scream of the

father Tyson as the metal base of the old lamp he was repairing neatly sliced a 1" incision clear to the knuckle bone of his right pinky finger.

(Satan)

The Tysons rushed to urgent care for stitches, but luckily glue did the job and all was well... until the father Tyson, still lying on the doctor's table, remembered the smell of freshly baked banana bread that still sat baking in the oven.

The Tysons rushed home, now anticipating smoke alarms and charred bread to find that in the 40 minutes they had been gone, the bread had baked into a perfect fluffy loaf of banana flavored joy.

Alas, the father Tyson sat in bed and typed an overly articulate explanation of the evening's events, relishing in the slowly intensifying, painful burn of the irony of a $75 copay that could have bought a Very. Nice. Lamp.

This incident happened a few months ago, but my finger has never recovered. I can't bend it as much as before, My typing speed has diminished, and I'm pretty sure those problems are indicative of a damaged tendon, but hey, I got to see inside my own finger and didn't pass out, so it's cool.

Sigh.