More Drama

While slicing up red peppers for our dinner tonight (chicken and black bean enchiladas), I instead sliced my thumb.  Bad.  On a just-back-from-being-sharpened CutCo knife.  It wasn't pretty and it hurt like hell.  I knew it needed stitches so we scooted the boys off to the neighbor's while DH drove me to the ER.  Thirty minutes later I was the proud owner of five stiches (my first ever!) and a sore/numb-ish thumb.

Dinner was obviously abandoned mid-prep and there was blood all over the peppers, cuttingboard, and sink.  So we decided to get pizza for DH and the boys.  I was fully planning on making myself something delicious and nutritious.  But when we got home and got the kids back and fed and settled, I decided to throw caution to the wind and indulge.  I had two small pieces of pepperoni pizza (very well-chewed) and it was GOOD!  More calroies/fat than I wanted in a dinner, but it was just once so I think I'll survive.  Plus, those two pieces filled me right up when before I could have eaten four or more slices.

So yeah, I had pizza for dinner.  Probably won't be able to do that after my fill next week.

And just to give my readers something to look at, here is a cellphone pic of me sporting my awesome thumb bandage outside the ER!  Disregard the disheveled hair.  I got woozy and nauseaus while they were numbing me so they slapped a cold wet rag over my face/neck.

And just remember, folks... Anyone can be cool.  But it takes practice to be this awesome. 

Until next time...