Oops

I made a unexpected trip to Urgent Care a couple days ago when I sliced my finger with a knife. I was trying to cut a mold of Mr. Mister's footprint to fit in a frame when the knife slipped. I knew as I was cutting it that if my husband were home, he would yell at me for how I was doing it. But I thought I would show him that I am perfectly capable of using a knife. But I guess I'm not because I made quite a gash in my thumb. Since Mr. Mister had just laid down for a nap and Daddy was still at work, I had to call a friend to come stay at the house with Mr. Mister. I was in and out of the Urgent Care pretty quickly, but I have two stitches to show for it. I think I learned my lesson.