I'm No Chef, But Still...

I was at my in-laws this weekend and was working with my father-in-law on a project on the workbench (Christmas decorations).

While I am waiting for my very limited skills to be needed, I am fiddling around with his staple gun, the kind that has the "easy to squeeze handle".

I shot myself in the middle finger of my left hand. Drove the staple right in. Fortunately, it did not go all the way into the finger or through the bone and I was able to wedge it out quickly.

There was a lot blood, and I got faint for a bit, but a band aid seems to have solved the problem.

I have a history of troubles with tools, but I had gotten better over the years and my wife was just beginning to let me start to use power tools on a regular basis. I had even fixed some things around the house and they had stayed fixed.

She says all that is gone now and I am, once again, on restriction.

 

Awesome. Glad to hear you're OK, but I got a pretty good chuckle out of that.

 

Chef cuts his thumb off and throws it to you to show his appreciation for the thread topic. [/BYH]

 

Oh yeah, OK, but embarrassed and I have spent the last half hour since we got home listening to my wife call her friends. Every call starts with "guess what he did?"

 

As stuffed as my head is, I'd hire Dirk or Chef to do surgery on my nasal passages right now. Otherwise, work tomorrow is going to B-L-O-W.

 

Obviously just a ploy to earn a lifetime pass out of doing home improvement projects.

Well done.

 

Dirk, the worst thing isn't that you did it but you did it in front of your father-in-law.

He's still wondering why his daughter married you.

 

I swear, I never feel pressure like I do when I'm helping my father-in-law out with handyman-type stuff. As a wimpy writer, I'm all thumbs with this stuff, but, well, he only has one daughter and one son-in-law so when he needs some help moving stuff at his house, he calls me. Fortunately, I've never really embarrassed myself, and he even complemented me to her (a not-so-common event) when I helped him move a few years ago.

Still nerve-wracking though.

 

Bastard!