My husband Steve, who had been off running errands one Saturday morning, returned home and burst through the backdoor yelling, “Wait ’til you see what I found for you, you’re gonna love it!”   I watched as he went to the kitchen sink and washed blood from his right hand, the result of a decent sized gash to the webbing between his thumb and index finger.  I asked him what happened to his hand and he said, “Don’t worry about that.  I found the coolest thing, you’re gonna love it!”