Pointer

I rolled my finger up in the window of Becca's car yesterday. Yes, like an idiot. I was peeling my toenails off, cute, I know, and decided to throw them out the window. They're biodegradable, right, Dad? My left hand on the window control, my right hand out the window, I guess we hit a bump or something. And my left hand jerked up and rolled my right index finger up into the window sleeve. Not so fun. In those 3 seconds, it's like time stopped. I tried to pry my hand out first, then realized I could simply roll the window back down. Have I'm mentioned I'm an idiot sometimes? And despite my many attempts at ambidextrousness, I'm still hopelessly right-handed. The funniest part is that when we got back to the car after the day at the beach, I could see my handprints on the window, the right one slightly smeared from being pulled up with the window, the left one above it. I had apparently tried to use the force of both hands, one of which was pinned in the window already, to push the glass right out of the frame. Silly girl.