My girlfriend said, "They come in threes, was this the second or the third?"
"Oh ah third, yep it's the third."
"That's good." she said.
Such was our conversation as she and her boyfriend were driving me home from the ER Saturday evening.
While up town, looking for a base to put my MIL's angel on, the angel and I took an unintended & darn poorly executed hard landing.
I seem to be a slow learner, but I got the hint this time. There will be no more angels placed on my mother-in-law's grave.
Five stitches, four steri strips, assorted colorful markings. Pain meds are on board. Going to take a bit to heal up.