There are easier ways to get a couple of days off work...

Because our drive to and from Chattanooga to attend a funeral left me with Fred Flintstone feet, I was more than happy to crawl into bed yesterday afternoon while my husband did some yard work.

Except after lying there for 10 minutes, I had yet to hear the lawn mower engine start up, and instead heard the slam of the garage door, followed by some heavy stomping up the stairs.

"That doesn't sound good - maybe the mower won't start," I thought. I was quickly interrupted by, "Honey, get up and get ready to go - I just cut my hand off and need to get help".

Knowing my husband has a flair for the dramatic, I wasn't too panicked, until I glanced at his right hand to see a good sized gash and a lot of white. Was it bone? Don't ask - I didn't look that long. I was too busy trying to run to the kitchen and get a (navy blue) towel before he grabbed one of our new yellow (not the ones that got covered in lipstick) towels out of the bathroom.

20 seconds later, I was telling him to keep the (yellow) towel pressed tightly to his hand and hold it above heart level while I got dressed and grabbed my purse, his wallet, car keys, a couple bottles of water, and steered him towards the door.

Within an hour, we were leaving the ER after a tetanus shot, a painkiller shot, four stitches, and a LOT of drama (let's just say he better not even THINK of calling me a drama queen when I go into labor), and on our way to pick up prescriptions, first aid supplies, and a Roma calzone.

The doctor said no work for 2 days, which means me and the cat (and the plumbers) will have some extra company at home, not to mention a struggle for control of the TV. Well, at least until the Lortab knocks him out. :)