Thanksgiving: The Injury Toll

Boxcar Ladyfriend and I made Thanksgiving dinner yesterday. I don't suppose we were alone in this endeavor, but it was the first time we'd done turkey and pie and everything else without parental and grandparental supervision.

We spent, all told, about twelve hours in the kitchen waving various razor-sharp knives about with the slicing and the dicing and such. There was one injury sustained.

Boxcar L. got a freakin' paper cut while opening a bag of stuffing.