Another day, another injury.

Our youngest sent his mom a text message at 6:30 this morning that said, "Hi Mom. I'm just getting home from the ER. I slipped down my basement stairs and sliced open my foot. I had to get stitches."

My first reaction was, "Does he need one of us to go up there?"

My second reaction was, "Damn. I am never going to have any money in my health savings account..."

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There will be baseball this evening and I have decided that I want to watch some of it.

You can decide if you want to click on some of these links or not:

• Key phrase in this story: "Beck later denied doing anything wrong, insisting she was just trying to wake up Murphy..." (Is 'wake up Murphy' a euphemism of some sort?)



• Pffftttt... The French....



• Tragedy In Florida.