Wednesday, February 4, 2009


In the midst of doing a heap of dishes last night...I was stabbed!

Stabbed by the corner of a glass plate that apparently had a broken corner
(silly me not to notice?).

Feeling light headed and faint-ish (as only large gashes would do to you), my husband & very concerned children whisked me away to urgent care.

"Mom, are you going to die?"

" godts a boo-boo?"

They let me in right away.
My mother in law picked up the boys for dinner.
My husband by my side...taking photos of me and my wound to laugh at the look of concern on my face.

He has one heck of a sense of humor.

After an hour the ordeal was over and I was left with 4 stitches and a tetanus shot
(which my sweet husband told me was going to be injected into my butt...but wasn't thankfully!!)

Is it me or does this man really know how to comfort his wife??
What would I do without him!

1 comment:

Amanda said...

Oh, that's no good! Yes, husbands are the best! Just so know, I look forward to your blogs daily.