Two awful, awful days.

Gman has seven stitches in his pinkie. He’s lucky he still has the top part of it. I had to look at it to prove I wasn’t squeamish, but…geez. At least he had “fun” while waiting SIX hours in the ER (when the doctor pulled our napkin — hey, I wonder what happened to that napkin? — back, it was still oozing). Witness this:

Ayep. That’s my husband.

In other news, Pea has been such a bitter little pill for two days she’s had her TV privileges revoked. Yes, I know this punishes me more than it does her, but I’m kind of limited in that we don’t spank. (Although I was pretty tempted today.)

If you’re keeping track, that’s two amazing days of wanting to curl up in a fetal position following a couple of weeks of being in the same place. I would work my way through it (and have tried) but I don’t actually get more than a few minutes of uninterrupted time before the next “hey, Mom” hits.

I’m currently working on the AAL’s Guide to Law School, which has me dredging up my old journals — pretty funny stuff, actually. It’s crazy the stuff you think is important in law school.