Selling your home through a company relocation program is different than just selling your home. 

We thought our house was built, done, finito… livable.  Silly us!  According to the relocation company’s inspector you must have things like hand rails on stairs and railings on decks.  I say bah!  We are young and agile and left those off on purpose to leave the view of the landscape uninhibited.  But apparently those things can be considered “unsafe” (sarcastic quotey fingers) so my poor D has been back to work on the house these past few weeks.

If you were ever to meet my D in real life, I think you’d find him friendly enough.  He can be a little reserved at times unless you get him started on such topics as K-State football, gun control, or Harley accessories.  So I always find it a little incongruous, yet endearing to hear him whistling and singing to himself while he works.

Such was the case last night.  Junior and I were practicing our letters while D worked on some trim in the garage.  I could hear him making some noise but didn’t think much about it until he came in to very nonchalantly announce that he had shot a nail through his finger.  Clean through.  In through the meat, out through the nail.

He dunked it in some peroxide, I attached a band-aid to him, then he went back to work.

Later, he talked to his nurse momma who wanted him to get it checked out, saying that if it went through the bone that could cause an infection he’d need to be on antibiotics for.

He tried to rationalize, stating the trajectory of the nail likely sidestepped the bone.  Which I pointed out was ridiculous as it clearly took a straight path directly through it.  He argued that Clint Eastwood and John Wayne both took bullets but never bothered with medical treatment, because they, like he, are MEN!  Then went on to explain that I have married a specimen with superior genes, Adonis DNA, and bones of steel.

….Then quietly relented that even steel rusts.

Men.

Now have you heard about the new party in town? 

My main squeeze, Bliss along with some cohorts are bringing the funny.  Because who couldn’t use some humor on a Tuesday?  Especially when poked at yourself (or your poor injured husband)?  Look into it, then share!  You’re my favorite goofs.