Chicks dig scars - right?

**WARNING!**

This blog post features real images of blood & guts & stuff. So if you are squeamish-close your eyes when you get to them!

Last night I had a jewelry show way out in the East end of Louisville. And of course I always have my phone on silent. Usually after I'm done with my presentation, I grab the phone outta my pocket to be sure I have no urgent messages or texts.

When I took out my phone last night, it was lit up like a Christmas tree. I had missed calls & voice mails & texts.

B-rad had texted me a picture. Of his face. With the message, "Should I have this looked at?!"For all that is good & holy - what the hell did he do to his face?! His text had come about an hour before I checked my phone. Gulp. I called him & asked what had happened. It was dark & he ran into a [dirty, disgusting, tetanus ridden] metal pole sticking outta the back of his truck.
So I go into full panic mode. "I'm on my way home-we are taking you to the ER!" To which he responds, "Nah, I'm running the combine." "Uh-B-rad, you probably need stitches & they probably won't give them to you because it's been 2 hours since you did it! Plus you might need a tetanus shot!" "Oh, it's fine - I cleaned it out with iodine." God.help.me.

So I offered to stop on the way home to at least get some butterfly stitches & neosporin. "Nah, I don't really need that." (Yea, who needs a open, gaping wound closed up when they work in a metal shop for a living and then come home & work in a dry, dusty field with no germs or dirt whatsoever?!) Sigh....

I got home around 10:30 & apparently he had not been home for too long. It did look much better than the first pic he sent me. His eye-lid gash is fairly thin, but his eye-ball is nasss-ty! In the corner it is SUPER red & bloody looking. I'm sure he'll have a black eye!

I will be telling everyone he refused to take out the garbage so I showed him who's boss. That'll teach him...