In the first hours of Lily's birth a nurse came into my room and gave me a tetanus shot. She said, now when someone asks you when your last tetanus shot was, you'll remember. So, my last tetanus shot was February 10, 2005.

Yesterday I was cleaning out my flowerbeds in the backyard. (I love getting ready for the garden!) Last year Tom installed an irrigation system into the flower beds so that I didn't have to remember to water. One way he held some of the tubes in place was to hammer a post into the ground with a nail poking out and bent to hold the tube. Good idea, unless you're unaware of the rusty nail in your garden.

Needless to say, I poked the hell out of one of my fingers. I literally had to pull my finger off of the nail. There was blood and pain. I washed my hands really well. And got a lecture from Tom about using hand tools while weeding my garden. Hand tools? Really? That requires planning and forethought....not something I'm good at. And I'm bleeding and may get lockjaw. Shut up about hand tools, mister.

And now I sit here and contemplate the idea of calling the doctor for a booster shot. I hate shots. And I don't want to add running out to the clinic to my day. It's spring break and we having better things to be doing! Plus, who wants to take three kids with them while the get a shot in the arm? Not me.

I suppose if I do go then Tom will have to go get me some ice cream tonight. Because, as we learned on Friday, ice cream makes everything better.