Me (holds out hand to show my hubby): They got me.
The Big Man: Holy cow!!! Are you alright?!?!
Me: It's just a flesh wound (I've always wanted to say that).
TBM: Seriously - how did you do that?
Me: On the lard
TBM: But lard isn't sharp!
Me: But its kinda slippery.....
TBM: Do you require medical attention?
Me: Nope. I poured tequila on it. (beats chest, inhales deeply) I'm good.
Just another day, another narrowly escaped visit to the ER. Note to self: Them pigs is still tryin' to get me. I hates pigs!
Here's the hunk of semi-frozen lard-to-be that got me.
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