My DH, the energizer bunny, was home alone Saturday afternoon while DD
was at the mall (where else do teens ever go?) and I was checking up
on my Mom's house.

We come back, and DD walks in the door after a trip to the hardware
store, with a large bandage on his ring finger.

"Y'know that kitchen knife I keep really, really, sharp?" he asks me
after I just stared at his bandaged digit.

More staring, so he continues "Well, I was slicing up some salad
stuff, and it slipped. Good thing we live one block from the
emergency clinic. By the way, the doctor told me not to get this wet,
so you get to do the dishes."

I had no problem with this, glad that my nearly beloved still has all
his fingers. For his shower (don't get it wet, said the doctor) we
wrapped his hand in a gallon storage bag.

He did try to clean things up, but the places where blood flies when
someone is panicking, are ingenious. Took me 2 hours to find it all
and wipe it down.

The stitches come out today. I'm debating what to do with the table
saw downstairs....

maxine in ri