But really.
My mother woke me up on Valentine's Day by yelling "put some pants on, your father is bleeding!" Uhhh? So I scrambled around, half awake and totally clueless. I wanted to call an ambulance but all my dad wanted was for someone to shut off the snow blower. He cried, repeatedly saying how dumb he was. Yeah, it was a dumb move, but at least he didn't lose any fingers. My grandfather drove over to get my dad because we were all still snowed in. My nephew still had to get to school, my mother needed to get to the doctor and I needed help. Sarah, ever the saving grace, came over and took Tommy to school and my mom to the doctor. My dad was getting stitched up so it seemed like we were all clear. So we ran some errands.
But then my mom called and said she had to go to the hospital for her chest pains.