So, last night around 11pm I was making a yummy broccoli salad to take to work for lunch. I guess I really wasn't paying attention; rather than slicing the onion, I sliced my finger. So, after a little persuasion from Matt, I went to the ER. (I was laying on the floor crying with blood literally gushing out of my finger and onto my shirt and everywhere else. I told him it would be fine if I just went to bed. I still say I was right.)
Enjoy these pictures!
like the fat, were sticking out.