Jonathan went fishing Sunday evening, and as usual didn't return until Monday morning. At about 6:30 AM, I was up watching TV, eating a Pop Tart. As soon as he came in he took one pitiful look at me, and said, "Honey, I hurt myself. Real bad." He then proceeded to show me his "hooked" index finger. It was awful. I didn't take a picture (much
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