So today my couch decided to be evil and bite me when I leapt over the armrest from a run that started down the hall way. Most would call couches soft friendly beings that cushion your tush in the best ways imaginable but mine can be very unforgiving, much like tinfoil, to those wishing to sit on it.

I mean, it's not like we've ever been particularly kind to it, what with putting staples in it so it doesn't fall apart due to our rough housing. We've lost to beds that way...

So there I am... Puttering around the house when I realize: 'Hey, I'm bleeding!', and being the brilliant one I am decided to put that off a little longer and eat a sandwich... unload the dishwasher-- we need a new one FYI, this one we have now isn't really helpful and I now understand why my parents were so angry with e for emptying an entire bowl of pudding into it.

So around that time I decide: 'Okay, maybe now I should do something about this...' 'cause ya know, it'd suck if it got infected, or something.

So I stand there in the bathroom and try to figure out the best way to go about it, it's not so much a big nasty gash in the back of my calve so much as a two inch scratch that's frustratingly stingy.

So- and this is where I really appreciate my parents for putting me in ballet at such an early stage in my life- I pull of my sock, hike up my leg and put my foot in the sink.

See one thing I hate about peroxide is that you can tell when it's working and when it's not, so I poured some over it-- and mind you this is all with my foot in the sink-- I reach down and open the cupboard in search of Band-Aids.

Interesting little fact you might not have known, Band-Aid is a name brand and the proper terminology is Adhesive Bandage.

--But we only had this little box with the words "Sparkle Brand" up in the right hand corner and the words /20/ (crossed out) 30 Disinfected only there were some 40+ squeezed in there and I'm not walking around with that on my leg if I have a choice anyways.

I looked in the medicine cubby, and eventually I found some respectable Spongebob Squarepants ones, only they were the kind that work well for paper cuts, but not much else. So eventually I get around to the very back and find the perfect one, but really the point of this all is.

What's in your bathroom cubby? I was just curious, mine filled with all kinds of stuff from cold and flu season, and stuff from my mom's past pregnancies.

Mind, the last one was about nine years ago.