Knives are bad.

Forgive any typos in this entry. I seem to have sliced a good bit of my finger tonight. I was picking up the butcher's knife to cut up some asparagus and it slipped and somehow as it fell, it managed to wedge itself nice and deep into my finger before dropping to the floor.

I'm such a weenie. But I've got some New Skin on it, which hurt like a bitch putting on, and the bleeding has stopped. Alas, my already deplorable typing skills have slipped even further because I'm afraid to bend my finger.

Other than that my week has improved. I forgave my daughter for forgetting my birthday and we spent today driving around town while I took photos of her in different parts of town. I have several of them up in my photo albums, in her directory, but here's one of them:



That was taken in one of the alleys downtown. There's a set of steps in one of them that go up to nowhere, so I thought she'd look cool atop them.

Anyway, I'm going to go watch a video. Gnighty.