Completely by accident, I scheduled my sophomore Nursing Foundations class to talk about wounds on Halloween. Prof. Sally knows a thing or two about stitching them up, luckily.
I am very proud of myself that through repetition over the past 2 years, I make kickass red beans and rice from scratch, and everyone can go suck eggs.
There is a running joke in my family that I cannot make red beans because of one incident where I attempted a slow cooker red bean recipe at the suggestion of my father, which was a disaster.
This elevator could only tell you if you were on the 2nd floor, or not on the 2nd floor. I half expected an elevator monster to crawl out, moaning "twoooooooooooooooooo..."
I've been keeping my clipped ends in a Mason jar next to where I knit on the couch, and it has turned into a lovely little piece of art in its own right.