Last night, I was over at my parents' house for the evening portion of Thanksgiving. All was well and good, until I volunteered to help bring up the leftovers from the basement refrigerator.

I had in one hand the glass bowl of stuffing. As I started to walk up the steps, I tripped upward, dropped the glass bowl, which then broke, with my momentum causing me to fall hands first onto the glass.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!

I never knew what having a giant shard of glass in my bloody hand felt like until last night. Now I do, and I never want to have that happen again. All the while, my cousin's twin boys just stared at the carnage, saying, "Wow! That looks like it hurts." Ahh. 8 year olds!

Anyway, no stitches were needed, but I do need to keep it heavily bandaged until a good scab develops, and my typing has to be curtailed, so I may be away for a while.

And what really sucks is that my injured hand is my right hand, which I use for "cleaning the prostate".

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