That's what Jonathan used to close his finger when he fileted it while working in the garage. He didn't want to be bothered with the wound while he was finishing his task. Naturally, his father looked over at it and declared it was just a flesh wound, and they continued with their mission.
Men. I don't get them.
I like them; I just don't get them.
Before you call Family Services, or my mother calls incredulous and worried, all is well. I made him remove the makeshift foolishness, and he cleaned it up and used a more conventional bandage. Three hours later, the wound looks like it is already fusing. Amazing.
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Ah, boys. What will they come up with next?
But then when you see it fusing there at the end, you have to wonder...would it have mattered if it had stayed paper towels and electrical tape...? :)
Oh yeah. I do that kind of stuff. The rule seems to be that the car isn't fixed unless there is some injury. It's like some blood payment is required.
You say you don't understand men. But imagine you don't understand it, and it's you.
Ok, i've got some karma to work out. But what karma?
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