why i did not go midnight sledding last night.

last night—in between sneaky grins and visions of sledding &/or snow angels—i cut my hand with a serrated knife. not on purpose, of course. i was actually cutting a tag off of my new snow pants. but i sliced my paw regardless.

four stitches later (my little physician-in-training patched me up) i am realizing my combat skills are sadly compromised. the gimpy "claw" just isn't capable of anything more sophisticated than a crocked thumbs up. 

sad times. 

so, in these one-to-two weeks of recovery, you will find a fantastic unicorn bandaide hugging my wound. 

yes, you can call me killah.