Ouchers and Bubble Gum

This morning started out well. Got decent sleep last night. The munchkin was in a good mood. Snacking in her playpen while I diligently cleaned the kitchen and washed dishes.

Dishwashers should be a mandated household appliance.

I was washing a bowl and it slipped right out of my hands. I was able to catch it though!!...the superwoman that I am...

However, I happened to catch it just as it hit the sink and broke.

I thought I lucked out though. You know, those first few moments after you've really hurt yourself when you're numb to it all?

Thinking, "Oh rock on! Damn, I lucked out...STOKED! No cuts!! WHEW!"

Then reality settles in and the blood starts flowing...

Ew.

So I have four nice cuts on my dominant hand. Three which just hurt and aren't too horrific, but then the last one which is on my middle finger knuckle and it's a doozy.

A nice hunk of fleshy finger meat flapping around. Beautiful.

Hurts like a BLEEP!

Of course the munchkin saw her daddy up earlier than usual and didn't really give a rat's hiney about my injuries..."Ooo Daddy's awake!! Hold me nowwwwwwwwwwwww Daddy!"

We tossed a cookie at her in hopes of satiation.

It worked for a bit. Long enough for me to get bandaged up. I can't bend my middle finger and the other cuts hurt but aren't throbbing the same as my middle finger.

And I can't forget to buy Bubble Gum.

I'm packing for a trip to California. We fly out Thursday. Fly back Saturday.

Suitcases. Come out! Come out! Wherever you are!