butch belle

I sliced the heel of my hand open with a box knife, ended up bleeding like a stuck pig with this big gaping mouth-looking cut. Leslie ~ candyass lesbian ~ said "you have to get stitches." David ~ rough and tough gun totin' country boy ~ said "you don't need stitches, where's the Superglue?"

It was a brand new blade ~ first cut (idiot), I scrubbed the heck out of it with soap, disinfected with alcohol. David found an unopened tube of glue in our restoration shop, Leslie (shaking her head in disbelief) dug out some alcohol wipes and a bandaid. I pulled the horrid looking slice open, dripped glue in it, pushed it together and stuck a bandaid on it. Cost = $0. Time saved = 3-4 hours of my life that I'd have surely waited at minor emergency.

As a result, I am feeling all rough and tough and butch and kickass today. I think if I cut my leg off, I could glue it back on. God bless the makers of Superglue, I am healed!