April 5th was a beautiful day in San Diego. The morning sun was shining, the smell of French Toast was in the air, and was officially entering into my mid-twenties.
I had an amazing breakfast with loved ones and started to open the few gifts laying on the table. One was being a little stubborn so I got some scissors to help me out. The blade slipped in my hand, sliced my finger, and now I have five new birthday stitches. Yay!
Thanks to everyone who remembered my birthday in the previous comments. You are too kind.
-phil
