Accident-Prone

Well, I guess I’m becoming accident-prone. This week my grandma got out her little staple gun so that we could staple a cord back onto the wall that had come loose in the boys’ room. I picked up the staple gun and looked in the end to see if it had staples in it. I didn’t see any, so I tried to figure out how to open it to put more staples in. As soon as I pressed down on the handle, I knew I had made a mistake, and I removed my hand to see a big staple stapled all the way into my palm. I pulled it out right away (I wasn’t going to pay another $230 to go to the urgent care and have them remove something for me). Apparently I looked into the wrong end of the staple gun to see if it was empty, and had I looked into the other end (where my hand was) I would have seen that it was not empty. I can now tell you from experience that shooting a staple into the palm of your hand is more painful than having a piece of chord from a weed whacker shoot off into your leg. My hand is still a little sore, but is starting to feel better now, a couple days later (I could move all my fingers all right, so figured my hand would be ok). Anyways, I hope that these accidents don’t continue and form a pattern. In fact, I wouldn’t mind going for quite a while before anything else got shot into my skin (except the epidural when I have this baby – that’s one shot that I definitely don’t mind). :)

Grandma and Grandpa McIntosh

We got to go to Michael’s Grandma and Grandpa McIntosh’s home for dinner the other night. It was nice to see them again, and Michael’s uncle and cousins, Rich, Leilani, and Makaio. The boys had fun playing Grandma and Grandpa’s organ and piano, playing with the lego blocks, and Camden had a lot of fun following Grandpa around and playing with his cane. Thanks for having us over. It was good to see all of you!