This post brought to you by Fitz, the Christmas puppy. Soon after this picture was taken he shredded one of his presents open.
Pardon my brevity today, but last night we had a fun adventure to the ER, after Boyfriend cut himself with a giant knife attempting to slice shallots for dinner. Thankfully he didn't need stitches, and we were in and out of the ER in under an hour (it's a Christmas miracle!). We scrapped dinner and went out for Thai food instead, which would have been my suggestion all along since I prefer to let professionals do my cooking for me. Last night's incident further solidified why I never, ever cook. I know technically one of us has to if we don't just want to subsist on cereal and take-out, but I can safely say I'm put off of the idea for at least another 10 years after having to clean up the murder scene in our sink.
The sad/funny thing was, the only other person in the ER with us was an older woman in an apron, clutching a bloodied towel around her hand. She ended up needing stitches, according to the attending Physician's Assistant who saw Boyfriend. Tis the season for knife injuries!
Stop maligning my grandson! Jeff- we're going to practice our cutting skills before you can only count to 9. Erin- stick with a butter knife!
I am so with you on the non cooking thing- best way to avoid those knife injuries too! Great picture- love how loaded with presents that tree is!
I KNEW this would turn you off to cooking. You do understand that all it means is that BF just needs sharper knives? Right? And I'm totally impressed with how handsome and pose-y Fitz looks in this photo. And how naive you are for actually putting his present under the tree. Ours for our girls don't come in the house until Santa Paws brings them Christmas morning.
How about he had JUST sharpened that knife before he started cooking?? He was using basically a chainsaw to cut a shallot. The knife was way too big. And way too sharp. Also, Thai food is easier and no one ends up in the ER generally. Totally put off cooking.
Oh, Fitz. What a handsome fellow.
Also, MUHHHH abut the knives. I have a total phobia of cutting myself in the kitchen- especially while washing dishes. I was swiping the inside of a cup once with the sponge and the cup broke, and I continued for a split second my swiping motion. (I'm all hunched up and cringey just typing this.) I had a gaping, bloody "smiley mouth" under my pinky to my mid-palm. It took 8 stitches. And 3 injections INTO the gaping smiley mouth. I don't do dishes anymore. Ever.
I'm glad BF was ok, bless his heart. And that you were in and out in an hour. Christmas Miracle, indeed!
OH MY GOD, WOMAN. That story made me totally squirmy. Sweet lord, you poor thing! Eight stitches??? I'd have passed out. How did you get to the hospital? Did they airlift you? I'd demand a helicopter for that much blood, seriously. No wonder you don't do the dishes anymore! I hope you went out straight after getting stitched up and bought a dishwasher!
This should be a Christmas card!!!!! Sorry to hear about Jeff's injury.
Oh, man! So sorry to hear, Erin. I can safely say with 100% confidence that the emergency room is my least favorite place. At least it sounds as though your trip wasn't too chaotic, and full of really sick people (a genuine phobia). Hope BF's hand is feeling better. That's going to leave a scar.
Can I just say how much I love that photo? He looks so dignified and a wee bit haughty!