Jason's been working really hard on putting up our backyard fence. The gate is finished and now he's making his way down the side of the yard.
But last Thursday Jason had himself a little accident. As he was taking down one of the boards, the other end of the board snapped off and the screw made its way along Jason's leg. He called me on his way to the ER, telling me not to worry or panic, that he was fine and there wasn't too much blood. Good Lord, who doesn't worry when they hear the word, "ER"? I was at the office working at the time and asked him to please keep giving me updates on how he was doing so I knew if I should meet him at the hospital or not. But in the end, it really was a quick visit, cause he had to get to work within just a couple hours, so they stapled him up and sent him on his way! What a man. And in Jason's own words, "Chicks dig it".
If you're a chick, you tell me, do you dig this? And if you can't tell, there would be 6 staples there total. They should've done more actually for as deep and long as the cut is.
Yeah that's what I thought.