No, nothing serious, I'm glad to report. Just a couple of clutzy owies sustained by my husband and daughter.
Papa Pea was doing some tree clearing today while I was working in the garden. When we came in at dinner time I noticed a large bandaid on his right hand. I asked what happened and he replied it was nothing serious, just that the pointy end of a branch had landed on his hand.
As I was trying to coerce him into taking off the bandaid and letting me see the wound, Chicken Mama stopped in on her way home from work and she was exiting the bathroom when I heard a loud THUNK and her distressed, "Ow!" She had walked smack into the end side of the bathroom door that apparently jumped out right in front of her.
She hit the door right on her cheekbone, and it started to swell immediately so I got some ice for her to put on it. Looks like she did a bad job of applying too much blush, doesn't it? I think she'll have some colorful bruising tomorrow.
"Okay," I said. "Now we're gonna see what Dad's wound really looks like."
We made him take the bandaid off and show us.
He promised us both that when it happened, he came in and washed it thoroughly before applying Tea Tree Oil and the bandaid.
Good thing he was wearing gloves, eh?
When I told Papa Pea I wanted to take pictures so I could go blog about their two injuries, he said, "Don't you have anything better to blog about?"
Nope. I'll do anything to avoid the sink full of dishes in the kitchen.
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