September 13th, 2005

Kittens +  Grenade

Knife + brownie pan + hand =

Setup: Last night janusjanice came over for a visit.  otana and I had spent the very last of our moneys on ingredients to make tuna casserole (which totally had to be trashed... but I get ahead of myself).  He was grinding up (homemade!) croutons for the topping, I was spooning casserole into one dish, while otana was prying the (normal) brownies out of the pan so that pan could be used for more casserole.  The pan had been buttered instead of oiled prior to the making of these brownies, so they were quite stuck in.

I didn't realize she was using a kitchen knife...

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When they finally called her to get stitches, I shooed sardonicus to go with her.  He's the fiance, you know?  I still think my reasoning was sound, but it's still hard knowing she panicked and I wasn't there.  I'd promised to stay with her and take care of her, and then I wasn't there.  But she reassures me it was a good decision, good reasoning, and she's glad he was there.  Of course if he hadn't gotten in I would have been there.  Anyway, all's well that ends well, the staff was brilliant and helped her through it.  I wasn't there, so I can't recount much more than that!

Afterwards, it was roughly 3am, we were all exhausted and absolutely starving.  So we went to the Norm's on Pico, where the waiter/manager/dude in uniform was absolutely awsome and there were waffles and french toast and hash browns and fruit.  Somehow we made it home, and bed (around 4am), and taking today off from work.

T3H END.