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 remember, folks... Anyone can be cool. But it takes practice to be this awesome.
Until next time...