The story, if you haven’t read it already.
He found a small burn on his wrist today from the incident. He was wearing gloves, and his gloves have a tiny gap between the strap (which buttons around the wrist) and the rest of the glove, and that’s where the burn is. Had he not been wearing gloves, he’s pretty sure we’d have had to get his hands treated at the hospital. The burns would have been too severe for home treatment.
He wears glasses, which probably saved his eye, although had the flying gravel hit the glasses just right, he could have lost an eye. I have always told him, “It’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.”
One of my friends looked it up for him and let him know it takes about two months for an eye brow to grow back.
Also… in exchange for the rights to publish these pictures I had to sign over to him the ownership rights to one Zevia, two Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, and one of my turns holding one of the grandbabies.
He wanted ten dollars, double the goodies, and unlimited grandbaby snatching rights, but he didn’t get them. He accused me of being a Moonwalking Bear. This is apparently pulling a con of some sort.
I would be offended but during the negotiations he asked if he could have a look at the camera so he could flip through the pictures so he could choose the best one. I took the card out and put it in my laptop and sweetly suggested we look together. Foiled. Because his plan, of course, was to either hold the camera hostage or to delete the pictures on it one by one until I acquiesced to his demands.