I hate pickles

So it's been a little while since I blogged.  Lo siento.  The past few weeks have been a whirlwind with summer school, weddings, dinners, and interviews.  Excuses excuses, I know.  We're also just 5 days away from the big walk!  I really can't believe it.  We haven't done as much training as we would have liked, but tried to get in as much as we could.

Now on to an explanation of the title of this post.  I dislike pickles. I hate everything about them: the way they look, the way they smell, the way they taste, just everything is eww.  Andrew, however, loves them.  So when our cucumber plants started to get out of control in the garden, his first thought was "refrigerator pickles."

Andrew is the tech coordinator for a clinic in Omaha, NE so he's quite the big deal out there.  They are also going live on EPIC software this week, which means Andrew is in Omaha right up until we drive back to Chicago for the walk. 

Our cucumbers have been going nuts.  Not to the extent of the zucchini, but getting there.

 I had about 7 cucumbers in the fridge (I had already given away another 7) so he could make pickles. 

Not the cucumbers I cut up, but I picked these about 2 days later.

Well Thursday night came and we went out to Harvest with our mothers who drove up to visit.  He kept telling me that he would slice all the cucumbers up and start the recipe before he left.  And then he realized that his flight was at 7am on Friday, so off to bed he went, whole cucumbers in the fridge.

The moms and I got up on Friday and headed to the Aveda Institute in Madison for pedicures.  Then did fun stuff like go to Farm and Fleet and Marshalls before going to lunch.  We're an exciting bunch, I know.  They left in the early afternoon so I thought "I'll be a good wife and make those pickles."

I got out all of my tools, including this beauty which was an anniversary present from my parents.

Oxo Mandolin from Crate and Barrel

Mandolin, big bowl, all set to make some pickles.

I started slicing the cucumbers on the mandolin and two in, tragedy struck.  That's right friends, this culinary genius sliced her thumb instead of a cucumber. 

After some choice four-letter words and a few paper towels, I wrapped up my thumb and looked at the 5 cucumbers left.  No one should be surprised that I SLOWLY sliced those last cucumbers with my LEFT hand.  I had already started, I couldn't stop now!  But I didn't finish making the pickles.

When Saturday morning came and my thumb still hurt like a B**** and I couldn't get the band-aid off, I decided a trip to urgent care was in my best interest.  Not before watching last week's episode of The Closer, of course (what?  Urgent Care didn't open until 9am!)

Thankfully no stitches for this girl!  Just almost passed out twice from trying to get the band-aid off my thumb (gross) and not eating anything.  With a sweet new bandage on my thumb to help the blood clot and a bottle of apple juice (and I don't drink apple juice.  It's for little kids.  But they were out of OJ), I was on my way... to sit in the parking lot for 20 minutes to make sure I didn't pass out. 

attractive, right?

Then off to Target!  How did you spend your weekend?