Today was supposed to be full of a lot of craigslist shopping and furniture looking, but we really only visited one craigslist seller and we didn't buy their furniture. Why does everyone say their crap is "like new, excellent condition, no scratches" and then it has dings all over the place? Also, everyone seems to think their product is "solid wood." Twice now we have looked at furniture that was claimed to be solid wood, and it wasn't.

After looking at the furniture we went to Home Depot where I almost died of hunger because I had only eaten some Cinnamon Toast Crunch for breakfast, and only half a bowl at that. It's been a while since I've been hungry to the point of being dizzy and nauseous, but I reached it today. Made us sandwiches, then Joe went to work on the bathroom at the train house. I tried to get stuff done, but I just fell asleep, I think because I had gone so long without eating and I have wimpy blood sugar.

I had such great plans for tonight! My parents were going to come over for a late Father's Day dinner, and I was going to make steak and mashed potatoes and gravy, and a rhubarb pie as a surprise for Dad because he helped us move (I mean, really helped us - he was the only male who showed up, and he participated in all the heavy lifting and we hadn't even specifically asked him to come!)

Mom came over early to help me with the garden while I went to Costco, so when I came home Joe and my mom were home. I peeled the potatoes and cut them, but then I sunk the knife into my hand. My hand was cupped, full of my blood and I couldn't believe it was mine. I thought it had come from the potatoes. Then I yelled "JOE JOE JOE JOE JOE JOE" and he was just in the next room. I ran to the sink and turned on the water, but you all know what happens when I see my blood. He came over and put pressure on the wound just in time for me to sink down on my knees because I was about to pass out. So he's holding my hand in the sink, I'm kneeling on the rug, and he tried to call my mom out the kitchen window but she didn't hear. So he guided my other hand to put pressure on the wound (I still couldn't look) and got my mom. Then I laid down and he bandaged me all up and carried me to the couch. I was still woozy and in pain so my mom cooked the whole dinner that was supposed to be a treat for them! I put off the pie till some other time. Joe said he thinks the knife went about an inch into my palm, based on the blood marks on the knife.

I am petrified to think what I would have done if I were by myself. I would have bled all over the carpet to get to the phone to call 911 (assuming I didn't faint first), and I don't know if I could even unlock the front door for paramedics. I am certain I would have fainted, given my previous experience. But I'm all bandaged with no paramedic fees, no broken-down front door from medics kicking it in, no blood on the carpet, and no significant loss of blood. And I didn't faint. Plus my mom pointed out, I have a scar like Jesus.

I'm happy too, because I made enough mashed potatoes for the cottage group potluck this Friday. It's a themed potluck for "comfort foods" so I'm bringing mashed potatoes and gravy. I think I'll also make a loaf of bread and bring butter too. And I'm toying with the idea of bringing ingredients for Cosmopolitans. I know it's a Bible study group, but all the girls are cool with it, and there was wine at the last one. I just think it would be fun to have girly drinks at a "comfort foods" potluck.

That's all for now! I can type just fine, by the way; I just have to always take ibuprofen and Tylenol for the pain. But I can still move all my fingers.

Love!