You Will Be The Death Of Me

At this point, I don’t even care if the backyard explodes. I’m so done with this gas line project it’s not even a fart in my mind.

The gas company is coming out on Thursday to turn it on. Just in time for Dansy to come and use all our hot water.

This morning, I went out to the laundry room to grab some socks and as I was heading back into the house, I stubbed my toe on the long piece of leftover gas pipe on our back porch. Why I put it on the porch, other than to cause myself pain, I will never know. My first thought was that I broke my pinky toe, until I look down and see my toe sliced down the side and the blood droplets all around. I managed to keep my cool and not faint, but my hack bandage job was not good enough. An ibuprofen later and I was wincing my way through driving Lady Friend to work and then myself to work/school. I hobbled my way to work and tried to just suck it up. My fear got the better of me as I thought the cut was too deep and needed to be stitched.

I got a ride over to the new urgent care on campus and they gave me a tetanus shot and put some Skin Stitch super glue stuff on it to seal up the wound. I then gimped my way across campus just in time for my class.

I feel like throwing a Gas Party on Thursday to usher in the new era of pain-free, hot water, stove cooking, happy times of forgetting this crap ever happened. There will be a piñata and a game called “Pull My Finger.” It will be spectacular.