OUCH!

One of the major perks of being married to a Doctor is knowing that if anyone needs stitches you won't need to go to the E.R. When you have four crazy kids, that knowledge is reassuring. I never imagined in my wildest dreams, though, that the first time Doctor would use his suturing skills on a family member it would be ME! This morning when I went to get my spoonful of sugar for my cheerios, the sugar container spontaneously combusted on me slicing my finger in the process.

Bless Doctor's heart, he came home and stitched me right up. Megaman was enthralled in the process. Six stitches later, my finger now looks like this.
Aren't you jealous?!?!