What the hell is going on with my pinky finger. Did I use it to kill someone in a past life? Did it do some kind of unspeakable evil like I don't know.... single fingeredly spread a pandemic of subnail fungus to the indigenous tribes of Borneo? I only ask this because I have crushed you under a brick, sliced you with a knife, maimed you with a drill, sanded you with my lapwheel, caught you in a door jam, burned you with a torch, nearly cut you off with a broken piece of glass(only visit to the Emergency Room), and then last night a sheet of plywood sliped in my hand taking off a good 5 layers of good healthy top soil and planting a splinter the size of #2 pencil in you my little pink friend.
Pinky I am sorry. You have taken so much and I have given so little. You hit the "P" key for me with such dexterity and we will not even bring up how you slide over and snap up that backspace button so much better than any of your other 9 brothern. I have taken you for granted but no more! NO MORE!
I name this "Pinky Day" and pay tribute to you, oh great right handed mini apendage of mine. May you live in peace and comfort from this day forth. I shall even buy you a glove to live in and take you out drinking tonight to show my sincerity because I know how you love the cool feeling of a cold drink against your caloused shell.