Today my hands smell like mustard, probably one of the most unfortunate things to happen to me since baby #2. I hate mustard; the smell and the color, all of which are on the middle and ring finger on my right hand. Vomit rises in my throat every time I happen to have my hand anywhere near my face.
Good news is I made 18 bucks in exchange for mustard hands.
booo. that is not a good trade.