So I had all kinds of deep thoughts in mind for tonight, but unfortunately, I'm going to have to save them for a time when I do not have a food-blogging injury. That mandolin slicer got me pretty good last night, and it would appear that the more I type, the more swollen and threatening it looks.
Yeah, I know it's itty-bitty, but it's deep and has been irritating me all day. I've been changing Band Aids like diapers! I spared you the blood and guts photo last night because I could barely stand to look at it myself, but now that it has closed up a bit I figured I'd share so that I can whine to you. And demonstrate my scary old-lady hands.
Besides, watching the So You Think You Can Dance finale requires no thumb stress. It will likely be over by the time you read this, so do tell: are you happy with the winner?
Bonus points for telling me your favorite routine of the season. Mine? It's a really tough call, but Mia Michaels' "Butt" dance sticks out in my mind. Maybe that's because it hits a little too close to home... ;)