I don't know when I will be drawing again. I have to go the hand clinic and get the thumbs up. Memorial Day is hands down the worst day to find a specialist who's willing to get his hands dirty. I could try to make some puns at this point, but I'm not feeling handy.
When things get out of hand
And today, I learned that you should never force anything into a glass jar. I have nine stitches in my hand to remind me. I also briefly had the superpower today of making any normal space look like a gruesome murder scene, instantly! But I am fine, mostly. I am going to be left handed for a couple of weeks. The guy who stitched me up was so good, he matched up all of the lines in my palm, so future fortune tellers can make accurate predictions. Now Bad Ass Husband (who recently hurt his own bad ass when he fell down the stairs) is cleaning the house saying, "man, you got blood everywhere!" Gross. I'm sorry. It's true!