I have long said that Opie is a lucky man (and he never disagrees so it must be true!) but today we had a little test to determine if he is also a wise man.
Did he pass?
You be the judge...here is the email I sent him this afternoon:
So I just basically tore a big chunk of my nail off while out in the yard.
This is not my usual "A-Little-Crack-That-Stings-But-I'll-Get-Over-It-In-A-Second" type injury. This is a "We-Might-Need-Therapy-For-Bubba-Because-I-Was-Screaming-Out-Loud-Can't-Believe- How-Bad-It-Hurts, Blood-Actually-Ran-Down-My-Hand" type injury.
It is important to note that I have bandaged it all up and I am fine.
It is also important to note that a wise man would not waste his time inquiring about the logistics of this injury. He should just assume that it occurred in an heroic life or death struggle with miscreants, thieves, and/or terrorists--many of whom have been known to lurk in the Sapulpa area.
A wise man also wouldn't waste his time trying to figure out and share ways to avoid this type of injury in the future. He should instead assume it was unavoidable---unless he thinks miscreants, thieves, and terrorists should just be allowed to wreak their mayhem willy-nilly.
A wise man would be better served spending his afternoon trying to decide if he should bring home wine or chocolate--OR BOTH--as a panacea for his wife's pain.
Are you a wise man, Opie Yates? ARE YOU?!
And he walked in with this:
Yep, he's wise...and I'm feeling pretty lucky myself (injured finger notwithstanding!)
