Wednesday, April 20, 2005

At Least There Was a Slurpee

On the way home J was grabbing at my in his evil little way and I did what any normal wife would do--tried to stop him.

And in the struggle we gouged my finger.

Literally, a strip of skin skimmed off, like string cheese.

So I have this weird gash on my finger that hurts and is bleeding.

At least he bought me a Slurpee on the way home.

1 comment:

Frank said...

J was grabing at your what??? I'll just imagne the worst. :-)