It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the "kids" were sleeping, Jacob was monitoring his Fantasy League stats and I was vacuuming the house.
I vacuumed the living room, bedroom, part of the office, and the area around the litter boxes. With everything going so well I felt inspired to vacuum underneath the oven. Crystal sat nearby eagerly waiting for me to retrieve all of the puff balls she carefully stored away under the oven. I playfully tossed a few back to her and then began vacuuming all of the crumbs, fur balls, and dust that we normally can't see. Then I noticed them...crumbs were sitting in the bottom of the oven drawer. Armed with the vacuum I sucked the crumbs out of the drawer. While cleaning the drawer I somehow rubbed my finger against the sharp edge and all of a sudden I felt extreme pain and saw blood pouring down my hand!
"AHHHHHHH!!!! I'm bleeding to death! HELP!!!! I need a bandaid!" I screamed out to Jacob. Feeling faint due to the amount of blood I had seen, I quickly sat on the ground gripping my pinky finger with a paper towel and holding my arm above my head. Not believing that it was an emergent situation, he slowly came to my rescue, grabbed another paper towel, and gripped the life out of my finger in an effort to stop the bleeding. After about 5 minutes, the bleeding finally stopped and we were able to bandage my cut.
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