(Click on picture to see the bumper sticker. This car was right in front of us when we went through a toll last summer.)Brent needs to be more careful.
Earlier in the month he was cruising his puch through the school parking lot and was hit by a car. They didn't exchange info. It was her fault but he assured her that he felt fine. Even his left shoulder that left a large dent in her car wasn't too sore. I am glad he was nice to her. It could've been me and I appreciate mercy when it comes to driving.
Then yesterday he was at wrestling practice. It's been over 20 years since he was one of the top dogs of the WA state high school meets so he is happy to be back on the mat. This is held after class and is just a bunch of guys that get all sweaty and bloody and hold each other down till they give you the signal. He tried it on me and it seems like the signal is -Three taps on your chest that mean, "Please, let go of my throat. I am about to pass out. "
So far our husbands have just come home dripping with lots of sweat and a little blood. But yesterday Brent popped his pinky finger out of it's socket. It was extremely out of joint and crazy looking, pointing straight back at the middle knuckle. He showed it to his wrestling buddy, then snapped it right back in and continued wrestling. A couple minutes later it dislocated again.
This morning it was swollen and purple. He might need to find some other way to burn off the calories. And he better take better care of those digits or he may lose his best client/patient.
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