This post is not for the faint of heart. Here's a picture of Chase's head. It's just sick. When he came home from bball with that bloody towel on his head I didn't even want to look at it. The next morning he was asking me to help him put neosporin and bandages on it. Nasty. So here it is, my little franken-husband. The haircut part is funny, I think. Before he decided to go to the hospital he thought he'd let Tori (who is a nurse) try to fix it up, but she had to shave the area so she could see what she was doing. So he has his sweet little hole in the haircut. He's going to shave the rest of it on Saturday. His head has been too sore and tender (not to mention the gaping wound) to buzz the rest of it until now. Poor guy! Now if I could just get him to stop bleeding all over the pillowcases!