I answer with a laugh, "Haha, very funny. We already did the chopped-off finger thing. What actually happened?"
Pause. "No, really, Kez. He's missing a piece of finger."
Luckily, this particular finger chop wasn't as deep or as irregular as the first, so I turned our dining room into an OR and I sewed Garry's finger tip back on.
It took about 45 minutes, 19 stitches, 2 headlamps, one bike light and Grace's help holding the chunk of finger in place. The power went out once during surgery and I almost ran out of size 4 sutures before I finished.
Ironically, I happened to be wearing a t-shirt that a close friend had brought me from Texas. It's supposed to be a joke regarding Texans and guns, but it's very appropriate for me and Grace.
We don't dial 911. We are 911.