Me equivoqué

In my post from a couple of days ago I wrote something along the lines of "one cannot like one's elbow"; I meant to say "lick".  It is anatomically impossible to lick one's elbow, although I'd like to see Gene Simmons try.  Actually, scratch that last part.  Gene Simmons' tongue terrifies me slightly.  Anyway, point being, I wrote what I didn't intend, hence me equivoqué=  I was wrong, I made a mistake.

BUT-- I have to admit that I don't really like my elbows.  Sure, they're useful and necessary joints and I truly don't know what I would do without them.  I can flex my biceps (not very impressively) and extend my arm using my tricep muscles.  Hooray.  But my elbows always seem to be in the way, especially when I'm in front of my sink in the bathroom at home.  I'm forever knocking things down with my elbows or having water drip down them, thus wetting the entire sink area.  I'm not a very big person but I'm a klutz, so I never seem to have enough space to function properly without getting some part of my body in the way of myself.  Elbows and hips seem to get the lion's share of bumping into things.

And elbows are so weird!  With arm extended there's that unseemly, shrively skin that accumulates there, also sometimes known as a weenus?/winys? (spelling?).  And then when arm is flexed the elbow is all bone, just those two protrusions where (if my memory is correct) the radius and humerus meet, where a faint pulse may be palpated.  And if popping an arm back into its shoulder socket isn't distrubing enough, popping an elbow back into place is...well, see for yourself and put in your own adjectives: