For Valentines Day my sweet husband gave me a dozen roses. As I was cutting the stems and preparing my arrangement I became slightly distracted on the 12th rose smelling the pizza just taken out of the oven. As Jason sat at the table he heard from me, “Oh shoot, please bring me a washcloth NOW.” So, I lopped a small amount off my thumb. Nothing stitch worthy. I did have to hold pressure for a lovely 15 minutes (which makes eating dinner tough). Oh well, what do they say, something about even roses have thorns. I guess just one more lesson that you have to take the good with the bad. Or, the lesson don’t let Rachel play with knives when pizza is involved. You decide.