Ouch.

Today I am thankful for Band-Aids.

This is a weird thing to be grateful for, but these dear friends of mine helped me out during my time of desperation today. Let me explain what happened...

So tonight at IWA we baked cookies to give to someone that we were grateful for. After the cookies were made, we put them on a plate, wrapped them with cellophane, and tied the curling ribbon around...yada, yada, yada. You get the idea. Then we had these little paper cards to write on. So I chose a cute card with a royal blue flower, selected lime green ribbon, and decided that would suffice. Well, the trick was attaching the card to the ribbon. Why was this tricky? Because I had no hole punch. So when there is no hole punch, the scissors act as the hole punch, right? Right. And usually this works great. But not tonight. My little birdie finger was a little too close to that blade because when I poked the hole through, it went through the paper and a good couple layers of skin. If I could fully describe that feeling of being SLICED by scissors, it would not be pleasing to the reader. Trust me. After that, there was a bunch of blood and stuff....for about a half an hour. I never knew a finger could bleed so much! When I got home, I ran to the band-aid box to save the day.

The reason for the cut. Cute? Yes. Worth it? Debatable.

The damage. I can't decide if it hurt worse or it if looks worse. Once again, debatable.

So basically, I love band-aids. They make any kind of boo boo better. Whether that be a hangnail, a scraped up elbow or knee, a nicked ankle from shaving, or a sliced finger from scissors, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks band-aids. You're simply genius.