Isn't it amazing that when disaster strikes, it always comes in pairs?
A few days ago my mother's boyfriend cut open his hand with a hand-saw cutting back a ladies shrubs and had to get 12 stitches. Ouch!
Have any of y'all ever had to have stitches? I have, once when I was a child. I cut the top of my foot open on a rusted swing-set and had to have 7 stitches because of how deep the gash was. I was four at the time and it was a traumatic event in my young life.
Now today...welp, my mother's boyfriends step-mother backed her SUV into her car-port and damaged the back. It now has ropes tied to keep it from coming up. I guess she forgot she left it open after she brought in her bags from shopping for the day. Now it is going to cost them $1200 to have it fixed. Oh boy!
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