Way back in June sometime my middle finger on my right hand met with disaster.  Disaster of the glass kind.  I have always been a little accident prone (just ask my mom who used to call me Calamity Ann Brown) but this was totally not my fault.  My fingers lightly grazed the kitchen counter, I said "ouch" and looked down to see blood oozing from my finger.  Now if you have read any of my blood related posts you know that I am not the bravest thing around when it comes to the red liquid. … [Read more...]