Yes...I am back in the Blogging World. I have had many "bloggable moments" over the past few months, but last night's Debauchery...(a word my husband used just last week and it made me laugh, so I am using it now) caused me to get on the blog. With my nine "working" fingers.
Nine fingers intact. One, is now more appropriately defined as "a skin flap."
Why, you ask?
Well, I decided to cook dinner last night and truth be told that in itself is dangerous. After a quick trip to "Fresh and Easy" (my favorite grocery store) and a decision to have Mexican Night, i.e...make your own tacos, with rice and beans...the cook is injured.
I could blame the people in the house who stuffed the trash in a pyramid-like structure. I could blame myself for trying to push the pyramid into the bag. But, I would probably be blaming myself twice.
So, when my left index finger "found" a metal, bean dip lid...I nearly jumped through the ceiling. Hence, the skin flap. (Side note here, "flap" is one of those gross out words for me. Other gross out words are: slacks, panties, pouch and onomatopoeia. Don't know why, but those words are like nails on a chalk board for me. Put "skin" and "flap" together and its a "double word" ick!) But, I digress.
So here I was... standing over the kitchen garbage can, finger turned white and then...RED! You all know that moment, when you watch the skin go white and think, "its coming, the blood is coming." So, I did the only thing I could think of...use the new, clean dishtowel to stop the bleeding. All the while, sad that the dishtowel has blood on it. I sat down and watched the blood form each time I opened the towel to peek inside. Blood spurted out of my finger to the beat of my heart.
Yuck.
Max called his Dad to give him a play by play of Mom's activity. Both of them, asked the same question, "You didn't bleed in the food did you?"
No sympathy from Maddie. She rips her hands from Bars everyday. She has callouses only a lumberjack could appreciate.
No sympathy from Max. But, he did turn on, "Wizards of Waverly Place" to take my mind off the pain.
No sympathy from husband. He heard that I was pushing the trash down and knows that was a dumb move to begin with. He also knows about the pyramid of trash. And, who creates the pyramid. Yep, the same person who shopped for the food, created the meal and wanted a clean kitchen.
Awww, thank you for the sympathy through this blog. I hear your concern. "No, I am fine, really. I stopped the bleeding and yes, the towel is the wash with bleach." "Oh, no you don't have to come visit, I will prevail." "I don't need anything. But thanks again for your concern. I loved the Get Well card too. So sweet of you. The flowers are brightening my day already. My finger feels much better."
And my pity party is over.
So, put your slacks on.... for tonite's dinner I made...RESERVATIONS!
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