It was midnight and I was still on the computer looking up campgrounds in the Smoky Mountains when I heard a yip, a curse and a thud.

When I walked upstairs, I found my hubby sitting on the floor with a big bloodstain on his sock. After getting him into the bathroom and taking off the sock, I found a 4-5 inch gash on the bottom of his foot.

Seems that he was getting out of bed to come drag me off the computer by my hair, but when he rounded the foot of the bed, he stepped on our dog Maggie, who is black, and didn't see her.

As he stumbled, he cut his foot on something. We still haven't found out what it is. I think it was a metal joint on Maggie's collar, but whatever it was, it went deep!

So, off I go to the ER, dragging two sleeping kids to Grandma's house (the in-laws live right next to the hospital) and one hubby with a bloody foot.

Luckily, there wasn't many people waiting in the ER at that point, so we got right in. He ended up getting four stitches and some codeine. The numbing process was the worst though. Ever had a needle jabbed in your foot? A foot that is thick and tough on the bottom? I have, so I felt for him as the doctor prepared him for stitches.

Afterward, we picked up the still-sleeping kids from Grandma's, drove out of our way to a 24-hour Walgreens, where I spent almost half and hour waiting for his prescriptions to be filled. By that time it was about 3 am.

So, what does any Chicagoan do at 3 am when they are out and about?



Go to White Castle for some slyders!

So, I left him and the kids in the car and went into White Castle where I stood among many drunks who had been out partying. They must have felt the same need as we had for some of those tiny, square hamburgers. I witnessed one of those guys easily pick up a party girl in pajamas as I waited. Everyone was so nice and jolly and I remembered my own days of partying as I smelled the beer on their breath as they spoke to me. Ah! Memories. LOL

So, hubby is on crutches for a few days and crabby. He won't sit down like he is supposed to. And now I am told that I have to cook for many people at my mother-in-laws house because they are all craving my red beans and rice with corn bread. I must be doing something right with these northerners.