Nothning life-threatening. Just stupid testosterone, actually.

My H sliced his finger open yesterday afternoon but it took until 10 pm last night before I could convince him that he needed stitches. He was still bleeding so profusely that he couldn't drive. Lucky me!

And he's in a jolly mood (not!) because yesterday was his first day of 5 days off in a row to finish painting our house and building our wood shed...none of which he's allowed to do now. Ugh.