So Jon has been very dedicated recently to putting up the wainscot in our living room. It involves really big whirring sharp saws and frequent use of a nail gun. I can't help thinking that he is just destined to lose a finger or any other extremity but so far, so good... until last night.
I am sitting on the couch being supportive of his work from a distance when I hear a pretty loud, 'Ow!' followed by, 'Kacey, can you get me a towel?' No, he didn't lose a finger, but he did put a two inch nail through his toe! So so so gross. We still aren't really sure how it happened, he thinks he just had the gun at too much of an angle. He really wanted me to take pictures, in fact he was sad I didn't take one before he pulled out the nail but I thought that was a memory best saved without too many disturbing images. (I'm sure there are husbands reading this thinking 'what, no nail in toe photo?! Lame...)
Hopefully pictures of the finished product (ideally as blood-free as possible) soon to come!