Have you seen the commercial where the daughter marries a guy who’s kinda different and they have a baby and all I can remember is that the grandpa is holding a baby wearing a dog collar and the message portrayed is supposed to be that if you do this, your child may do that and then you end up with weird grandkids?  I think it’s an ad for cable or satellite TV . . can’t remember.  Anyway  . .

Nicole’s parents are probably making a commercial now that says “don’t let your daughter get involved with a guy who loves to hunt, trap and fish!

Chad is helping a farmer get rid of nuisance beavers and apparently there’s a season there for hunting beaver and Chad has a license.  Doesn’t Nicole look like she should be living in Alaska and out looking for dinner for the family?

Please don’t bother to give me your animal rights comments.  These beavers are wreaking havoc for farmers and while I respect the rights of those to disagree with hunting and trapping, those who do it and do it correctly and within the limits of the laws have rights too.

Last night I begged Vince to take the huge bandage off my hand.  I’m a wimp and a terrible patient but that bandage was so in the way.  Friday I had the surgery, Friday evening while folding fabric, the gauze covering slipped off.  Vince taped it back on and by Sunday night, the tape was hurting my hand so he found some of that gauze tape and retaped everything.  By last night the gauze tape had gotten wet and had kinda glued itself together and my hand was in a bit of a cupped position and two fingers were feeling numb so I talked Vince into cutting the gauze tape off just for a while.  I was so desperate to get that big bandage off . . I was to the point of offering favors I won’t even mention here.  Nope!  Nothing worked.  I must be losing that power I used to have! 

This morning while taking a shower, the bandage accidentally got wet.  My doctor is out of town but I knew his sweet nurse was manning the office so I called her and she said “Come on in and I’ll re-wrap it.”  As it turns out, it’s a good thing Vince didn’t take the bandage off last night because with all the talk of sprouting, it looked like my stitches had sprouted and were tangled up in the gauze and we had to soak my finger and work the gauze out of the stitches.  Vince and I would not have made it through that process.

The nurse said she’d put gauze and tape on the finger and I said “what about a big band-aid?”  She said . . fine so long as you don’t bump it so . . this is what I now have.

Since I’ll be sewing this afternoon, I did wrap and tape some gauze pads around it . . kinda like bumper pads but at least I can get it wet and I can put a new band-aid on it myself!  I’m happy!