Throat Slasher

Yesterday, something horrific happened.  I cannot believe the tragedy.  I'm still in shock today.

Deep breath, Chrissy, you can get through this.










I slit my throat.





On a bagel.




Don't laugh at me!  Okay, you can laugh.  After all, I did.  Once the sheer terror of a scratched esophagus left me and I began begging people at work for something to numb my throat.

When one coworker in particular shied away from me thinking I was sick (she's a slight germaphobe, that one), I had to explain that I was not, indeed, sick, but rather had scratched my throat on my breakfast.

The embarassing part was the bagel.  Who scratches their throat on a bagel?!

As Gracie said, only me.