Monday, February 28, 2011

Stop Being Selfish and Let Me Eat Popsicles

Paul came home with a fat finger on Sunday. Something to do with the damn outboard motor. I offered to fashion a splint for him. I even offered to procure the sticks by eating all of the popsicles. 
No dice. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he said. 
Then showed up today with this....

His finger is broken in two (or three) places! Why does he look so happy? It's certainly not because he got to eat any popsicles.