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We went disco bowling Saturday night with one of the Husband's co-workers, his wife and some of their friends. I forgot to trim my nails. They're not that long, but long enough to get caught in the thumb hole and get torn halfway across, mid-nailbed.
Somehow, when I get injured, it always hurts the Husband more than it hurts me. =D
Me: *study wound thoughtfully* "Oh look. It's like... bleeding. Hmm, interesting... y'think I should, maybe, do something about that?"
I thought his knees were going to buckle if he didn't sit down. He was twitching and writhing torturedly when I talked about how cool it was to have a Lore's Fingernail (Event; Rare) while I flipped it open slightly to douse it with hydrogen peroxide.
For the record, it doesn't hurt. Unless I slam the broken nail upwards really fast. I had a bandaid on it, but I took it off because it was too hard to get a bandaid on in a nice, neat way on the tip of a thumb.