How I ended my holiday

Continuing the Worst Ways to Wake Up list, we have "Widget hurt his wrist, we need to go to the hospital!"

Bonus points awarded when you think you hear "broke his wrist" and the fact that he was at a friend's house. Extra bonus points awarded when you realize that he's still at said friend's house and that there are no parents and oh, yeah, he cut his wrist.

So, since it was a holiday and there was apparently (possibly?) a shooting and people came in after us, it took three hours to get him seven stitches. By the time we hit McDonalds for food, they'd switched to breakfast (noooooooo) and I don't get it. If you insist on breakfast, it should be piping hot, dammit. I should have scalded myself on those hashbrowns. Instead I damn near broke a tooth on them. The. Fuck.

Sigh.

To top it off, our How I Met Your Mother episode? The finale.

Argh. On the plus side, the lovely woman stitching Widget up also hated it.

Good times.