The Adventures of Handy Dandy Felicia

This past week I needed to get the safety inspection done on my car because my registration is up this month and of course I postponed until the last possible moment mostly because I'm poor but partly because I'm lazy. The only problem was a few months ago the mirror fell off my passenger side window. Not the whole thing just the glass part, you know the actual mirror. I was super tempted to just super glue it back on but then I worried it would fall off and break and buying a replacement would probably be more expensive than finding a proper way to fix it. The problem was I had no idea how to fix this stupid mirror so I trusted my dear good old friend google to figure it out for me. Turns out the world is full of stupid people (I won't say like me but really they were like me) who also have this same problem and trust the internet for solutions. Also, as it turns out the internet is not very good with the whole up close and personal hands on type stuff. In the end google wouldn't fix the mirror for me it only told me what glue to buy to fix it. Luckily, Wally world had the glue. I came home feeling so cool because I bought this awesome cool special glue and quickly realized I didn't know how to use the awesome cool special glue. I read the package. It sounded complicated. I needed to scrape all the old glue off the mirror before putting more glue on. My weapon of choice: a spoon. Did it work? No. So I returned to the kitchen wondering where I could find something to get the old glue off. Then I came across a knife. I thought to myself "Felicia, do you trust yourself with a knife? No. Do you have any other choice? No." 30 seconds later the knife and I had set out on an adventure back to the car. Everything was going grand and the knife was actually working pretty decently when the mirror slipped and sliced my finger. It was horrible! Blood began spilling onto my hand, it was gross. I felt like Bella after she got bit by the creepy blonde vampire in the first movie, except there was no creepy other blonde stalker vampire to stop the bleeding and almost kill me. I ran inside and put my hand under the faucet only to be astonished by how deep this little cut was. I probably needed stitches. But again with the poor thing and a little with the lazy thing, I didn't go get stitches. Instead I thought "Hey, there is some super glue in the drawer upstairs and really it's the same thing as stitches, right?" And so I did it. I super glued my finger shut. It burned. A LOT. And today I'm wondering, was that such a great idea? I guess if I die I will at least died knowing I fixed that stupid mirror on my car, it was totally worth it.