Know what happens when a giant piece of glass falls on an uncovered leg? Oh, you do. Well, good for you. What we discovered (in addition to the deep cut on Matt’s leg), is that I can drive like a maniac when needed, the hospital is a five minute drive away (which will come in handy considering the amount of calamity that befalls this household), the hospital waiting room is mind-numbingly boring (really, ask me all about the news of three months ago, that ancient Newsweek I found totally filled me in on all the news that’s fit to be forgotten). But, mostly what I learned is that it is really hard to get a decent photograph of a stitched up leg.
Six stitches and many lessons gained.
