I was trimming a few spots on the final piece of my folk nativity, cleaning up some fuzzies under he ear of a sheep...no need for my carving glove, just a few strokes of a gouge. Well, you guessed it, I pressed the gouge and the whole ear flew off! I managed to stop the gouge with my index finger, decorating my bench, pants, shoes and floor with large, red polka dots. My wife drove me ( she wouldn't look at my finger, she would have fainted ) to the walk-in clinic, and I now have my finger decorated with six stitches...the doc asked when my last tetanus shot was, but I couldn't remember which decade that was, so I enjoyed that, too.
Guess I learned my lesson about wearing my glove...for the time being, anyway.
Guess I learned my lesson about wearing my glove...for the time being, anyway.
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