Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Saturdays and Staples

As anyone who works Saturdays knows when you get to finally have one off, it is a big celebration and there are usually a million things to do. Last Saturday I had one of those rare days until Maggie came screaming up the stairs that her head was really bleeding and yes it really was. Once we got the matted hair away from the most bloody area we (Jay and I) both shook are heads and said yes it needed stitches. This resulted in another blood curdling scream and we were off to Primary's. On the way up while I was trying to console her, I said " Hey it's ok we haven't had to make a trip up here in almost two years(no wildly infected cat scratches or hatchett cuts or anything)". Her response was, "I was trying to make it three." After a record setting hour and a half she had three staples in the back of her head and we were on our way home. Not bad for a Saturday. I still had time to feel guilty about not doing anything on my Saturday off. I took some pictures but my printer is on strike so I can't load them. I'll try to update later.

6 comments:

Kim said...

What happened!!

Maryjanepei said...

Gotta love maggie!

Julie said...

2 whole years?!! For Maggie or for the whole family?

tortured mormon mom said...

fireplace and the whole family

Billie Jo said...

Strangly enough we have not had one of those "emergency trips" our only stop has been for our dental procedures. However, I vowed I would never have to go through that again. So far two clean teeth check-ups and only three cavities for Tess. That is pretty much as good as a clean slate for her! I am so jealous about the Acadia. I actually only want one with the captains chairs in the second row. I am headed back to St. George this week so maybe I will repay the dealership a visit. Was yours new or used?

Michemily said...

I remember my sister dropped a chalkboard on my head when I was four or five. The whole way to the hospital, my dad would say, "Do you want to get stitches?" and I would scream, "NOOOO!" Then he would say, "Do you want to die?" and I would scream, "NOOOO!" The whole way . . .