After a nice morning of relaxation in the jacuzzi and a brunch on the patio, I had to find a place in the freezer for the turkey. Of course this ended up with some cleaning to be done. As I finished chipping away the ice that formed at the bottom and went to wipe it clean, I slid my fingers right across a piece of sharp metal. As Madison would say, "Ouchy mama!" I put a nice slice right across the knuckle of my right pointer finger. It was pretty deep and bleeding pretty good. Mark took one look and said "Let's go." Of course, we were in the ER four and a half hours. Because it was a nice clean cut, they were able to glue it and splint it. Since it is on the knuckle, I have to keep it straight for a week. As you can see, Mark was having fun playing photographer!
All of this because of a frickin' chicken! (OK so it was a turkey, but that didn't rhyme.)
