Poor Dave! Sunday afternoon he stepped on a piece of glass in our kitchen. I promise, our house is not booby-trapped. We have these glasses that, instead of cracking into a piece or two when dropped, smash into millions of microscopic pieces. No matter how much I sweep and vacuum, tiny pieces of glass still manage to elude me. And my sweet husband found one with his foot!
I'll spare you the gory shard-removal details...suffice it to say, it was not pretty and there was lots of blood. Dave is pretty tough.
The culprit
The innocent foot
Sad--but victorious--Davey!
And now I am off to put on some shoes and sweep my kitchen again.
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