Literally. Emilie went to the cannery tonight to stock up on food storage stuff. I was stacking the boxes on a shelf in the garage when I felt the edge of one of the boxes slide down the back of my pinky. I immediately grabbed my finger, afraid to look at the damage. When I did look I could see blood, but it wasn't gushing. After coming in the house I took a closer look. It seemed minor at first, but then I pulled gently on the skin to see if there was separation. My finger opened from the tip, down the side of the nail and all the way the the knuckle. OUCH!

Speaking of idiots, the Reno Planning Commission made a bonehead decision this morning. They had the hearing last night regarding Station Casinos' plan to build a massive hotel/casino on the Mt. Rose/395 intersection. According to the newspaper, there were 75 people at the meeting to oppose the plan; however, they decided to approve the plan anyway. It gives me such a warm fuzzy to know that the city council (always eager to serve the public) is so willing to listen. Most of all, I'm just excited that we're going to get to live right next door to a casino!!! I'm not mad. I'm not outraged. Both those words are too mild to explain what I really feel.

May the city council suffer a million cardboard cuts in uncomfortable places.

The only thing that makes this day bearable is that I scored some Pink Floyd pajama pants at Kohl's. They look just like these ones. Sorry, I am not accepting offers at this time - they are not for sale.