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So I was making some yummy toffee cookie bar things before going to the movie tonight and I dropped this heavy porcialin or clay bowl and in hopes of saving it from it's eminent shatterment, I reached out to catch it. This would have not been a big deal, had the bowl not collided with the edge of the counter and shattered in mid fall... while my hand was under it. Ow.
So now I have five loverly wounds on my left hand. Only one of which could possibly have needed stitches if the gash had been about half an inch lower, but it's still deep and long and right where my thumb meets my palm. Not fun.
Yay for losing lots a blood on Chirstmas!
So now I have five loverly wounds on my left hand. Only one of which could possibly have needed stitches if the gash had been about half an inch lower, but it's still deep and long and right where my thumb meets my palm. Not fun.
Yay for losing lots a blood on Chirstmas!