knucklehead is not a nice word. klingons sort of look like they have knuckles on their heads. hey. i said sort of.

you know how kids are always going on about knuckle sandwiches? i bet there are knuckles in hotdogs. food for thought. literally.

i wonder if i should get tattoos on my knuckles. on my right hand, it'd say "meet ka". and on my left, it'd say "and her little sister pow". somebody buy me some brass knuckles. and a tall glass of sound mental health.

i really thought writing about knuckles would be easier. i tried to type this post without bending my knuckles. not possible. and i'm not sure if "bending" is the correct terminology. still. knuckles are important. and i like mine. don't crack yours.

also. li'l tot had a great time posing for this shot. the whole time she was singing, "mama say knock you out. i say mama say knock you out." hahahahaah. no. i'm just kidding on the singing part. except. that song is now in my head. where's that glass?

this post was suggested by nicole in response to my "you name it" post (see comment fifteen). you can still enter and play. but hurry. this offer expires never. and thanks, nicole. i bet you thought i wouldn't be able to come up with something clever about knuckles. well. you were right.