Bleeding on the bday cake

OK, I injured myself cutting an ice cream cake. That has to be a new low. (And it was with the knife that I swore only to use for cake "because," I said, "no matter how many times I run it through the sharpener, it never gets sharp enough to cut meat.") So I'm typing w/right hand only while I elevate my left thumb.

The spouse said, very authoritatively, "Sit down. Elevate it. Put pressure on it. Don't stand up or look at it until this timer goes off in ten minutes." Later, when I stopped freaking out, I said, "Did you learn that on boy scouts?" and he said, "No. It's something I thought you would say."

The ice cream cake was shaped like an igloo. I spent more than an hour making it and I never even got to eat a piece.

The kidlet has 3 friends sleeping over, belatedly celebrating their 12th bday. Last time I looked downstairs, they were all on the Wii, dancing along to "Rah, Rah, Rasputin."