"Hey, honey. You're going to have to get up and take me to the hospital."
Those were the words that woke me up this morning. Erik sliced his left thumb with a box cutter this morning. While getting ready for work, Erik noticed he had left the box cutter outside on the patio table. It was sitting on top of a hard plastic box with a handle. When he went to grab it, it got caught in the handle and pushed against his thumb, slicing it. It was a new razor in it, so it cut through his thumb like butter. Nothing shakes Erik. He merely wraps up his thumb, calmly walks upstairs and tells me he needs a ride to the hospital. Imagine waking up with those words! When all was said and done, Erik ended up with 8 stitches in his thumb. Yuck. He gives the cool "Fonzie" pose in the photo to the right. Aaaaaaaeeeee.