By Wyatt Earp | April 7, 2009
I owe most of you good folks an apology.
In case you other bloggers haven’t noticed, I haven’t commented on
your any blogs in a long time. Between my 500 kids, work, and coaching lacrosse, I haven’t had time to much of anything besides post here and run the kids back and forth to school/sports/etc.
And then today, there was the missus.
Tonight she was placing items in the dishwasher when she suddenly yelled. I went into the kitchen to see what was wrong, and blood was running down her arm. Apparently, her finger got sliced by the blade of the food processor - no, it wasn’t the Slap Chop - and was bleeding like there was no tomorrow.
I grabbed her a towel and she put pressure on the wound. When some of the blood was cleared, we took a look. She asked me if I thought she needed stitches, and I honestly replied that I didn’t know. Disgusted with her waste of a husband, she had me call down Captain America. You figure a firefighter would know for sure. He looked at her finger and said, “It could go either way, but I would go to the hospital to get it checked.”
Since I was bogged down with the children, the Captain’s wife took her to the hospital. After about an hour and a half, she came back with her middle finger completely bandaged up.
The verdict? Seven stitches.
So, in the past six months, a member of our family made a trip to the emergency room no less than seven times. Three for me, three for the missus, and one for Julia.
Well, at least we’re getting our money’s worth for our insurance.
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