Bad day

Yesterday was a bad day. I was cranky and frustrated and generally just down and out. After work, I went back to my apartment to make sugar cookies with frosting and cute, happy sprinkles. I was sure they'd make me feel better (I also wanted to bring some over to my friend, Brittany, who I knew was also having a pretty crappy day. . .) Well, in a quick flash, which I can't quite explain, my finger decided to battle the blade on my hand mixer/blender/death tool. I don't know how it happened, so don't ask. . . all I know is my finger was gushing blood and I didn't know what to do. I ran it under water and tried to apply pressure with a paper towel. After I bled through about 4 paper towels, I started freaking out and trying to decide what to do. I didn't know if I needed stitches and I didn't want to call JD at work and stress him out if it wasn't a big deal. I ran barefoot down two floors to Brittany's to see what to do and if she had any bandaids or something. I could tell she'd been crying too, but she calmed me down and tried to act rational. After my finger finally stopped gushing, we went to the store to get band-aids and some other supplies. We rented a few movies and went back to her apartment to make the cookies I was trying to make in the first place. We also made dinner for our husbands and ate together when they got home. I had a really bad day yesterday, but I'm glad I had a good friend to sympathize and cry with me. (Also, my finger is fine. . . the cut is more annoying than anything!)