Lame People

So, my poor husband got his hand cut open by an idiot at work. My husband, Brady, washes windows on campus, anything 10 feet high or higher, and a co-worker decided to throw a window scraper, the kind with a razor blade on the end of it, and it cut a huge gash on the top of Brady's hand, as well as the knuckles on the opposite hand. Now he can barely even move them and can't do anything for probably a week. Not to mention the week of work he'll miss because of it. That guy should give us his paycheck. I mean, times are tight this summer, so we need to work every hour we can and now Brady will be out of commission for a week. This sucks. I hate when we suffer for the stupidity of others. OH well, I just feel really bad for him. On a lighter note, we went to IKEA and got some great new furniture! Happy day. And my sister's official wedding date is January 2nd!