Hubby

Many of you do not know my husband, Ben. He is the most accident prone person that I know. (He doesn't read this very often, so, I can embarrass him a bit.) I have decided I am going to get him a helmet and put"Benny" in crayon across the front of it. A month or so ago he cracked two ribs when he was riding his mountain bike with the dog, and Quincy flushed a pheasant, cut in front of him, and Ben when flying forward, and caught two ribs on the end of a handle bar. And then, a little while ago, he was trimming some trees, and the blade on the saw broke, and he cut the tendon of his middle finger. (see above) He could not move it or straighten it out, it just slumped down. He has to wear a finger cast for 8 weeks. And the finniest part of this all, is the Ben is a manly, tough, brave person, but when he sees his own blood, he gets woosey and almost faints. The man is a Coroner, for goodness sakes, but when he sees his own blood, the room starts spinning. he he......(love you, hunny)