Today we came home from church and ate some cornbread that Dan baked yesterday. As I was chewing through a peice, I felt something crunching in my mouth. I swallowed a little of it, and decided to spit the rest out when I saw a thin shard of glass lodged in my peice of cornbread. GLASS!
So here I am freaking out, calling poison control, calling my doctor...
...while Dan is playing the ukelele, singing an impromptu song about my possible death (to the tune 'i am a child of god') with Elena dancing around the living room.
He's obviously not as worried as I am.
