When Wiis go bad or How Erich ended up with stitches in his mouth

So...Exciting weekend. It started tame enough; Erich and I had some dinner and then I settled in to watch cable and check email (since we had been without it all week), while he decided to go to a friend's to play Wii and drink. Fast forward to about 1:30am. I have been in and out of sleep because Abbey doesn't sit still when one of us is gone, especially at night. So, I am cranky because she's barking and I'm tired. Then my phone rings; I see it's Erich and assume he wants a ride. I was half right. Here's the transcription:
Me: Hello?
E: We're you sleeping?
M:(duh) yeah.
E: I've been in an accident and think I need stitches...
M: (I'm thinking accident=car=dui=not good) What?
E: (He begins to repeat what he just said)
M: NO! I mean, what happened!
E: Oh...well, we were playing wii and then I was wrestling with Justin and I hit my mouth on his (wait for it) belt buckle.
M: Groan...OK, I'll be over...

So, I pick him up, and it doesn't look good. He's had ice on it, but it's still gushing pretty bad. So, we go on our way to the ER, with a quick stop at my mom's to verify he does indeed need stitches. She concurred that it was a gash that required mending.
The people at the ER were fairly entertained by his story, and very very nice considering it was 3am, and Erich was telling That's What She Said jokes. Eight or nine stitches later, and we were home in bed.

The rest of the weekend was pretty tame compared to that. We had some friends over for a killer game of trivial pursuit; by 2am we just wanted it to end, it was like a bad game of Monopoly.

Looking forward to seeing family this week, hope everyone has a nice Thanksgiving.

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