A Finger And A View

It has now been 4 1/2 months since we moved in, and we have a huge list of projects that we can't start because at this point we're not completely sure that we'll ever actually own this house. We've pretty much lumped everything into 2 categories: things we can do for free, and things that have to wait.

So today I decided to dig up some random bushes that were either dying or planted in places that didn't seem to make any sense. I was about 10 minutes into my to-the-death fight with one of them when, in a freakish turn of events, I got stabbed in the finger with a stick.

Very few people know the "Finger Story"...

The Husband plays rugby on a men's league in town. Once, a few years ago, he hurt his pinkie finger during a game. After the game ended he wondered aloud if he should go to the hospital. In a moment that would go down in history I replied, "it's just a finger".

So this morning, as I gathered the kids and went inside to perform first aid, I realized there was no way I was going to get any sympathy from The Husband. In fact, this was the moment I was sure he'd been secretly waiting for for years...the moment he could get back at me for being so callous. I just knew he was going to look at me and say "it's just a finger".

You know what they say...what goes around comes around.