I fractured a joint in my finger while trying to help with fencing--my finger somehow ended up in the wrong spot between a hammer and a fence post. Splint and tape job courtesy a couple of Idaho firemen who were very niceand didn't laugh.The dumb thing was that I was the one swinging the hammer.
A raspberry vanilla milkshake ended up sounding better than pain meds.
A skunk sprayed one of the Huskies and ended up being hunted with a bb gun. It finally made a get away...
My grandmother, Esther, once told me her aged and wrinkled hands were the product of a lifetime of hard work and innocence. With a smile on her face and a song in her heart, she chose to find joy in each moment.
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I'm so sorry to see that Lori. Those darn hammers just don't go where we want them to sometimes.
:0) Hope it's well soon.
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