It's Complicated

There is nothing quite like going on your first real family vacation, you know as a "real family", where everyone has a great time, the weather cooperates, all goes to plan, you make it there and back 2,000 miles safely, to find the house just like you left it. No papers or mail piled up, the lawn guy actually came like he was supposed to, and your neighbor even decided to trim back that tree hanging over your garage that fills your gutters with junk. It's a really good feeling.

Well that lasted less than two hours. I ended up in the ER last night with a "complicated head laceration" from a run in with my pantry cabinet door (warning: pic below). I guess what's more surprising is that I don't injure myself more frequently than I do. I'm kind of a klutz.

I got five stitches (my first ever) because that is all they could manage. Most of the wound is too wide and too much of a "gouge" to bring the wound together. So now I get to wait until it heals to see what we'll be dealing with as far as scarring from the tissue damage. In the meantime, I'll be planning my new life with bangs and open shelving or whatever...

Happier times by the seaside (aka what my forehead used to look like)...

The aftermath...  Maybe I can be Frankenstein for Halloween.