ouch.

Do you care if I complain? Don't mind if I do. I would like to write a letter to the Department of Wintery Side Effects. No, this has nothing to do with snow. Or wind chills of 0 degrees. Or slushy nasty roads. Or ridiculous heat bills. It has everything to do with this dang cold weather outside and dry heat inside. Mixed with washing my hands and apparently not lube-ing up my hands every two seconds has all resulted in multiple split cuticles. I know you're like "oh my gosh, she's such a baby". But have you ever had a split cuticle?! I just counted and I have at least 7! 7! Even as I type this it feels like a little knife is stabbing my finger with each stroke. I googled images of split cuticles so that you could have a point of reference, but let me tell you those things were nasty. At least mine aren't nasty. But they hurt! And anytime you touch anything that is not as bland as milk (i.e. fresh orange juice, salty foods, soap, disinfectant) it stings like the Dickens! I am not a happy girl right now. And to add to it, John claims to "not see anything" when I shove my fingers in his face. Grrr. If you have any solutions other than hand cream holla them out in the comments section, much love from my busted fingers.