I had it all planned out: Drop Kiki off at the Co-op. Chat with the other moms at our Tuesday morning gab-fest. Drop off loan papers. Go to the market for milk and coffee. Come home and clean, clean, clean. I don’t have to pick Kiki up until 5:00 as they have Talent Show rehearsal. It was all good until just before 7am…yeah, it fell apart that fast!! Alan called and said to me "when you are done dropping Kiki off, will you please call me? I need you to take a look at my head." Seems he hit it on the metal roll-up door of a storage shed at work. Oops. He figured he could "walk it off"…you know, that ‘guy’ thing. My thoughts upon seeing it were more like, uh, no, how about we go see the doctor? …. he was sure I was overreacting. He now has 5 staples in his scalp. I actually know a thing or two, don’t I?!
Check it out…it’s totally gross!! (I took the pictures because he wanted to see how it looked, but I figured, Hey! Why not share with you all?! You are welcome.