This was the result of me attempting to cook... I always knew I didn't belong in the kitchen!
There was a knife, an avocado, lots of blood and parts of my body I never thought I'd see - which resulted in me being passed out on the floor. Home alone with CK.
Fun times.
Anyway, this contraption, which is an attempt to get my finger to put itself back together, makes it pretty difficult to type. In fact, this post has taken way too long to hunt-and-peck on the keyboard.
All of this to say... excuse my blogging absence. I'll return when I'm back in one piece.
And for the rest of the week, we'll be ordering takeout.
How scary to pass out alone with CK!!! I am so terrible with knives. Paul is always a nervous wreck anytime I am cutting something in the kitchen. I am totally with you-I hate to cook and everything that comes along with it. I hate you lost part of your finger, but yay for having more take-out excuses!! :)
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