Manal and Alaa's bit bucket

Monday night rolls around. I'm making toast and about to put it on the plate when I burn my hand and drop the plate. It crashes to the floor and a piece cuts my foot. Fun stuff. Lucy and I start panicking (was really quite funny) and she carries me out of the kitchen (I'm barefoot, she isnt) to the bathroom. The foot is bleeding profusely at this point. It looks like it needs stitches. We don't