All I want is a quiet, peaceful life. Seriously! Today, I was watching the 5 sisters (whose parents are in Mexico) plus Aaron, and we decided we wanted soup for lunch. One of the girls had partially opened one of the cans, and I got the brilliant idea to pry it open with a spoon. Well, the spoon slipped and my hand came down on the can, slicing my thumb. I turned on the water and threw my hand under the sink.
When the bleeding stopped, I proceeded to call every paramedic I knew and not one was home! So, I called the guys up at James' volunteer station to come and see if I needed stitches. Their verdict was "probably". So, after feeding them, sending them upstairs to take naps and finding someone to watch all 6 kids, I headed off to the doctor. After telling me I needed "7,000 stitches all over my body" the doctor got serious and said I had a choice between a couple of stitches and "steri strips". Guess which one I chose?