The Finger

I woke up Saturday morning a few hours before my WW meeting, so I had some motivation to get my kitchen settled. Great. I thought I was going to get it done and then...

I reached to open a drawer and the knob broke off. Right onto my middle finger. Apparently the knobs are porcelain and they are really sharp. It cut my pretty deep and I took one look at it and knew I needed stitches. Cristina came over to give me a second opinion. Her vote was yes, stitches were indeed in order. There went my morning of unpacking. Dang.

I grabbed some gauze pads to control the bleeding and stopped in at WW to get weighed. I lost 1.2 lbs this week. (It may have been been the blood loss) and then Cristina treated me to some coffee before I set out to the walk-in clinic to get stitched up.

Six stitches later, I have a Franken-finger.

After the ordeal (ha ha) I headed to work (it's still Welcome Weekend for freshmen) to see a comedian, a BBQ dinner, and then to the first football game of the season.

The Mascot (Swoop) and I at the football game

I woke up this morning to the sound of a hot air balloon outside. Kind of random. But neat. I stood on the deck watching it for a bit.

So that's what I've been up to this weekend so far. The weather is beautiful today. I'm tempted to sit on the deck with a magazine but I'm going to be responsible and unpack some boxes. And trust me, I am going to be very cautious of the knobs on all the drawers around here.