'Ware the Frankenthumb!

Well, I've been away a long time. Frankly I just haven't had anything to say. That was until Wednesday.

Over the last year my wife and I have completely gutted and remodeled our kitchen and both bathrooms. We have torn out all of our carpet and replaced it with laminate flooring. I have spent alot of time with my hands near to things that could literally made it so I could never count to ten again without using my toes.

I've cut drywall. I've cut hardibacker with a saw. I've cut tile. I've even done some modest carpentry. I've pulled and cut wire. All with no one to see my wonderfulness.

Well this week was one of the biggest projects yet. We had new electric service added to our house. We upgraded from the 60 amp serivce the house was built with back in the 70s to a shiny big ole honking 200 amp service.

I exercised a seldom used ability every husband has. I admitted that this was beyond my meager abilities and I called in a pro. I even talked him into letting me do some of the connections in the house so that he wouldn't have to charge me for them.

I was so proud of myself. I felt that my skills were being validated by a professional electrician. I was feeling very manly.

That's when this happened...***sssssliiiiice****


Imagine my chagrin when I had to schlep my goofy butt outside and ask the electrician to go finish making the connection I was working on when I did my dead-level best to filet my digit.

"Where is it?" he asks. "Oh wait nevermind I'll just follow the blood droplets."

Wisenheimer.

***Sigh***

But you know, after all that I've done to my house, if the only price I've paid is four stitches and a tetanus shot life ain't so bad.

Tole