Today I bought a little Cuisinart chopper. I was going to make spaghetti for dinner (remember John and I are living with my parents) since my Mom does most of the meal planning. I was rinsing the new chopper but when i dried the blade.....POOF - I sliced my left middle finger right at the top joint. Darn it!!!!! I am the biggest baby in the world but the minute I did it, I knew it needed stitches. UGH. I called my husband's office manager and asked her to tell his partner that I was coming in. My husband was at a satellite office kind of far away, so the main office was lots closer. Plus, my husband would have fussed at me. My dad drove me to the main office and Thomas stitched me up and I'm fine. The lidocaine is just wearing off so I'm going to be sore. Don't you just hate it when you do something stupid??? I'm surely thankful that I could get it stitched up without sitting 2 or 3 hours in an ER.