Not a Good Day!

I was washing the big vase that my anniversary dozen roses had arrived in days ago when the glass shattered. I screamed hysterically and cried like a baby -- freaked out Mr. Fun and the 3-pups.

Quickly hurried the pups into their crates and headed for ER.

The medical staff took me to Room #17 (my favorite number), cut off my wedding rings (ugh!), put in 11-sutures, sent me to x-ray, applied a Bandaid, and sent me home with antibiotics and pain killers.

What hurts most is the memory of the moment when I could see the bone of my wedding finger.

I've had better days! And this is only the second day of my summer.

Good night from Southern California,
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol