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This:

plus this:

equals: I need to seriously rethink how I take the pits out of avocados.

Yesterday we were supposed to go to an amusement park after Henry got out of circus camp for the day. (In the interest of full disclosure, "circus camp" does not mean doing trapeze tricks and trampoline stunts, it means eating blue sno-cones and popcorn while talking about camels and clowns. Bummer, right?) I was rushing around getting lunch together for Holly and me. We've been having avocado with lunch everyday, and every time I take the pit out I wonder if today is going to be the day I injure myself while doing so, and as it turns out, yesterday the answer was yes. It looked pretty bad, there was blood everywhere, I called Dave, who fortunately was really close to home having just picked up Henry, and told him we needed to go to the hospital RIGHT NOW. He tore into the house, grabbed Holly, and off we went, straight into a road construction-induced traffic jam. The hospital is two minutes from our house and naturally it took an agonizingly long time to get there. They checked me in (Did you know that, when they ask you how you cut yourself, "Cutting fruits and vegetables" is an official category in the system?), wrapped up my wound, then I sat for two hours in the waiting room with my finger up above my heart to keep the throbbing at bay. It was fine, the bleeding had let up, and since I sliced a nerve there wasn't much feeling on the side of my finger that I had cut. Henry, Holly, and Dave whiled away the time at the snack bar and the children's room while I texted back and forth with my mom. Finally they brought us back, the doctor numbed up my finger more, cleaned everything out, and gave me the good news that despite how deep the cut went, I didn't get all the way to the bone. Four stitches, two episodes of the "Penguins of Madagascar", and one take-out seafood sub later, we were back home. Dave spent an hour cleaning and bleaching the carnage in the kitchen, while I lounged in bed, scarfed the sub, and read the latest issue of "Betty and Veronica".

Although it wasn't bad, all things considered, I still would have preferred going to the amusement park.