Snitches Get Stitches

...and so do people who faint and hit their heads at the grocery store.

I was accompanying my lovely sister to Price Chopper and trying to find Orangina in the juice aisle. The next thing I remember is waking up surrounded with paramedics with a big puddle of blood under me. And now I have four stitches in my face.

Truth be told, this makes me feel pretty tough, especially since I also have mono.

But I still cried like a baby.