They say everything comes in threes

That was certainly the case in our house over the last couple of days. Monday dawned dry and sort of warm. I'm pretty sure I could hear my flower bed calling my name. So I whipped out my gardening gloves, spading fork and went to work. 

As mid-afternoon approached I headed toward the house. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tucker dog stretched out in a sliver of sun munching on something. On closer inspection that something was rat poison!!! (if you live near water rats are a part of life) He had dug a huge hole under the woodpile the reach the stuff.

Construction Bruce stopped his current project and loaded Tucker dog into our SUV. Off to the vets. Meanwhile I grabbed my smartphone (I love this thing) and looked up the active ingredient. Before he even got to the vet's I had sent a text with the info. I'm happy to report Tucker dog is fine. Apparently he would have had to consume a huge amount of the stuff for it to cause damage. Lesson learned. What a way to end the day.

Tuesday I drove home exhausted after putting in 9 hours at my Mom's. I had oral surgery scheduled for early Wednesday; the first part of the process toward a dental implant. Great, just what I need....more titanium in my body. Of well. All went well by I was still exhausted.

About two hours after we got home I heard construction Bruce call my name. I didn't have a good feeling about this because he was using his table saw. I rushed down the steps and found him leaning against the wall holding his abdomen with a bloody hand. Needless to say I laid him down on the floor so I could ascertain the extend of his injuries. He had a nasty abrasion across his abdomen but it was the left hand that definitely needed medical treatment. I grabbed an icepack and loaded HIM into the SUV and took off for the emergency room. A couple of hours and 14 stitches later we were home.

Boy, I'm counting on the rest of the week being uneventful.