Threadless

My thumb is now thread-less. I had a friend remove my stitches today. While it didn't go completely smoothly (1 really tight stitch and 2 others that didn't get cut on the first try - I could tell when he pulled on them - OUCH!), I'm glad to be rid of them.

Anyway, after I dried up all my tears (no tears really) and the stitches were removed, I have an injury that needs to finish healing and a mysteriously numb spot near the nail on my left thumb. I suspect a nerve was clipped. No worries, there will not be a malpractice lawsuit as the moron who clipped the nerve, was me. :)

Anyway, the stitches are out and that makes me happy. :)

A great big "Thank You" goes out to the friend who removed the zipper. :) Thanks a bunch! I know you'll probably never read this, but there it is anyway.

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What's 5 Stitches Between Friends?

In the time since my last post, I managed to stab myself to the bone with my pocketknife (5 stitches worth) , have yet another craptastic week at work, and piss off my M-I-L. How many more ways can I ruin this week?

My 12th wedding anniversary is tomorrow and I'm afraid I'm going to manage to ruin that too. You should all just forget you even know I exist for the next week and hope for the best - or that you won't get hit by any of the shrapnel.

I need a stiff drink and a long nap. IN! THAT! ORDER!

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Getting Close...

My son is rapidly approaching his 1 year birthday and I'm looking forward to it. I'm not looking forward to the Queen's stressing out about it, but I'll live I suppose. He's doing really well, though there are a couple of milestones he hasn't met yet that I had hoped he would be beyond by now. He is by no means behind, however, so don't think that's my issue. I just wanna see him crawling. :) He is SOOOOOOO close, but just hasn't made that last couple of connections necessary to take off. :)

Of course, I say this now and once he starts going, I'll wish that he was stationary again. I'll get over it! In the mean time, he's 11 months and 3 days and absolutely adorable.

Please pardon me while I play the part of "Proud Papa" for the audience.

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