It was a generally good holiday for my family. It was light on guilt, at least as light as it gets for a holiday. The food was great. Everyone, for the most part, got along. We ate until we were so stuffed we could barely move, and then we had pie. yum. ... and then...
My son, who has a broken ankle, decided to shove a pen up his cast to scratch a bad itch. This wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't decided to shove it in there lid side first. As I'm sure you can guess he now has a pen lid shoved up the side of his foot, almost to the ankle. My mother and I tried every possible implement we could come up with to get it out (fingers, tweesers, needle nose pliers, ruler, wire hanger) and only succeeded in getting it even more stuck. I even thought of the crevace attachment for the vaccuum. That was completely useless. So I'm guessing this is going to mean a trip to the doctor tomorrow, which means taking off work, which I won't get paid for.
*sigh*
Ok, so that was mine, now you tell yours...
My Thanksgiving was going great until...