Well, I never dreamed in a million years that on Halloween Eve I would be recreating a ghastly, bloody site befitting of any Halloween horror movie. As we were happily carving our pumpkins last evening, the knife I was using suddenly slipped up slicing through the lower quadrant of my pinky finger as well as my ring finger. As I felt it, I knew it was bad. Hurling myself to the floor in case I passed out, I screamed, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God . . ." as blood pulsed out of me enough to fill the kitchen floor. Yes, it was gorey, terrifying and totally not part of my Halloween plans. My mom and Aunt Brenda came to my rescue and applied pressure to the wound while Howie swiftly got towels to wrap my hand in and rushed me to the ER. The admitting nurse in triage told me when she looked at it, "Oh goodness, this is complicated. I can see your pulse!" I felt like I was in the Monty Python and the Holy Grail movie where the knight gets his arm cut off and blood is pulsing out of him, so I said to the nurse, "Just a mere flesh wound!" She didn't get it. Oh well, it made me feel better anyway. Long story short, I received 11 stitches in my pinky finger and 4 stitches in my ring finger and was instructed to call the orthopedic doctor on Monday because I would need surgery to repair the nerves and tendons I had severed. Before any of this had happened, we had a lovely day with my mom and Aunt Brenda. This morning Howie continued the carving of the pumpkins with a proper carving tool, thank goodness. Here are pics of the pleasant part of the last 24 hours.