I didn’t mean to start a trend!

Since I posted last week about chopping my leg with my machete, we’ve received three emails from three people about stitch-deserving wounds they’ve received in the past week. My brother Tim got 12 stitches in his lip as a result of being bitten by a garage door spring, my brother Pete’s father-in-law, Billy, has 13 stitches in his head as a result of a bad dream and a run-in with a nightstand, and my friend since childhood, Carol (somewhere around there’s a picture of us holding hands at the bus stop on our first day of kindergarten almost exactly 40 years ago!), has 11 stitches in her calf from a chopped off stick that she tripped into while doing yard work. Yikes! That’s enough, everybody! NO MORE STITCHES!!!