OMG, I don’t know if I should tell you about hubby’s Tim Taylor moment or not.
Hobbit Lass wanted some signs for her Halloween cookout. They were 8 bucks a piece. I said that was silly. We had a bunch of scrap wood and she and her dad could make them for free. (We had already spent bucks on cobwebs, bones, bloody fingers, and a fog machine.)
So I’m upstairs and hobbit lass comes flying into the house. Dad’s hurt! He got himself in the leg with the circular saw. Of course, it was the saw’s fault, not his for being stupid.
Well, I have no idea how much those “free signs” ended up costing us because the emergency room bill isn’t here yet. And yes, I asked the ER doc if he had any spare limbs for my daughter’s Halloween party. :^
Hubby was lucky; he could’ve really done a number on himself.
How’s your leg doing?
Oh my! How is Tom doing?