SMFCWB!
I don't know the proper cursing sequence to describe what just happened.
I've been trimming off and on, all day, using my brand new, sharp as HELL clippers. I was grasping and pulling small limbs of a willow, up on a ladder, into my reach when I cut one I was holding. Willows are very springy and the whipping of the suddenly freed limb knocked the clippers from my hand. They were falling straight at my face. I grabbed at them twice, but that only sent them spinning. They landed, point first of course, just above my right eye (have I ever mentioned how many times in my life the universe has conspired with my own carelessness in multiple attempts to end my ability to see with my right eye? It just happened again.).
I now have a one inch gash on my forehead that goes to the bone of my skull at one end and two very upset children. They "helped" me care for it, though. It's good to see my blood flows this well at my age, but there was way more of it than they had ever seen before.
I'm going to look really nice wearing these two fashionable butterfly bandages on my forehead at work, tomorrow.
(me)(the remainder of the universe)