ouchy

we had our first

"husband accident"

this week.

a "husband accident" seems to be a very common thing among the newlyweds i know around here.

it usually involves a cut and blood.

lincoln was opening a box (one of the many) and sliced his finger with the scissors.

right on the knuckle.

our apartment still looks like a storage unit with boxes covering every square inch of space, so naturally we don't have any bandaids.

or a first-aid kit.

(they should let you register for one of those)

there we were bandaid-less,

so we improvised.

toilet paper and a hair elastic to hold in place.

poor wittle husband.