A couple of weeks ago I had to park on the other side of the driveway under our pecan tree.  I went to work and as I walked around the Honda there was a ton of bird poop on the passenger side.  My husband and I work for the same company so we usually spend lunch together.  At lunch I mentioned how gross the bird poop was.  That evening as supper was heating up, I was in my sewing room and noticed my husband out front.  The next thing I knew he was washing my car.  It was so sweet. 

I like to think I am tough but I'm not.  Bird poop, someone vomiting, and blood push me over the edge.  So guess what I did tonight while making a salad.  I normally stick with paring knives but after chopping a while I put on my "big girl panties" and used hubby's Christmas present to do some chopping.  Of course, I proceeded to peel the side of my thumb.  Hubby was mowing and came through the house about that time.

"Help", he thinks I'm kidding.  I'm holding my thumb as tight as I can because I know if I see blood, I am DOOMED.  He follows me to our bathroom.  I let go so he can play doctor.  I see blood.  Lots of blood.  My head is on the counter top as he is fixing me.  I am so nauseous and dizzy.  When he's finished I go to the bed.  The little guys Jack and Spot are there to take care of Mom.  God I am a wuss.  15 minutes later I am playing in my office and hubby is finishing the salad.  I have a big booboo and hurt but somehow I ended up playing all evening.

Our first outdoor plumbing.  Sorry, couldn't resist.  Dad's bathroom had to be redone and we couldn't resist a photo op.  There's actually a funny story about a sibling and an outdoor toilet back in the 50's but I'm not brave enough to repeat it here.

Speaking of said sibling, here she is with my really great brother-in-law.  She's a force to be reckoned with and he's adorable.  Life is good.