Just a Sunday Yeeouch!

Kinda icky. The DH was trimming trees- pesky insurance company didn't want any branches anywhere near the roof-- and one of the bigger limbs got tangled with another branch and the cut end slammed into his shin. I would have cried, but he did the manly "Oh shit!" (Okay, I would have done some cussing, too. A lot, in fact.) Luckily he didn't fall out of the tree he was in. This was yesterday, and he's hobbling around today, gobbling Motrin, poor guy.

Heh. Don't think I'll mention sharing his hairy leg...