I decided I definitely don't like my doctor. I saw him about my finger this morning.

"How'd you do this, again?" he asked.

"With scissors," I replied.

"Terrific," he chuckled. "You can't tell your finger from a piece of paper?"

"It was yarn."

"Oh, yarn. My mistake."

Bastard.

Anyway, he also said, "Oh that's not so bad. It's healing fine." Which was a big relief, because I thought my thumb was about ready to rot right off my hand.

I soaked my finger in hydrogen peroxide at the office, and the dead tissue bubbled. It was pretty freaky. He said to do that soak daily until the skin is smooth. And then he had the nurse put Neosporin and a fingertip band-aid on. It's so much smaller than my last bandages! I'm so much less pathetic now!

Watching Victor today went pretty well. I ended up bonking my thumb a few times, which hurt, but not as much as I feared it might. Vic was so funny today. When he woke up from his first nap, he was all smiles. He crawled at top speed from one end of the bed to the other, flopped onto a pillow, rolled onto his back and laughed and laughed. Then he did it again, flopping onto a stuffed animal or blanket. He must have flopped and laughed ten different times!

And in the evening, after the temperature went down a few degrees, I played a one-sided version of "tag" with Vic. I tagged him, then hopped out of view. Sometimes he'd follow me and sometimes not. Regardless, I'd tag him again, and he'd giggle. That kid has the most contagious laugh ever! Also, I'd just turn to him, and say, "Boo!" to be silly, and he'd laugh like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. I couldn't help laughing right along with him!

Best of all was when Beth got home. After she'd put down her stuff, I handed Vic over to her. The instant he was in her arms, he turned, waved to me, and said, "Bah-bah!" Like, "Okay, Mom's home! Bye, lady!"

Too funny!

When I got home, Joe and I ate dinner and watched the premier of, "For Love or Money." We mostly just laughed at it. It's too ridiculous for words. The saddest conversation from tonight's show:

Girl1: You could just curl up with a book in this place!
Girl2, happy/excited: You read?!
Girl1: Well, I'm gonna start! This place is perfect for it!

At that point I said, "Why am I watching this??!"

Of course, I watched the whole thing. These shows are like Quicksand Pits of Stupidity! They suck me in!!

Help... me......

And now, I'm topping off the night by washing a load of laundry and enjoying a glass of Bailey's Irish Cream in my pajamas.

It's been a good day.