Aren't husbands great? Why, just this morning I couldn't decide what to blog about today. By just after noon, my Dear Husband had answered the question for me.
First, the least shocking photo. It's the X-ray of his hand done in the ER shortly after he drove himself to the hospital.
By the time I got to the ER, DH's thumb had been numbed, although it hadn't yet begun to hurt, and x-rayed, and he had every nurse, receptionist, and aide behind the counter grinning. He told them he had a hang nail. He tapped out a rhythm on the desk with the embedded object:
And you just never know how handy an extra nail can be until you acquire one!
Other shots (Brace yourself.):
Bob's last word on the subject? "Thumb's up!"