Oh, Hec, that's terrible.

Truly. And both accidents took place on the same bridge into the same canal (this is in South Florida where there are a lot of canals).

My friend was a really nice guy too. Buff little surfer dude, easy-going, fix your car for you, come over with a six pack and hang out.

I've neglected to share my conversation with JZ this morning.

I turned on the TV while I was eating cereal and the TiVo was picking up something under its own initiative. I watched for about a minute.

Me: "Jacqueline! You have to come see this."
JZ: [comes over. Watches for a minute.] "So. Is this Korean furry mpreg? And why is it on PBS?"

See it was an asian guy in a large bunny suit. With white paint on his face. Doing...exercises. And his bunny suit had a very large pregnant looking belly.

The name of the show was Fruity Pie. It looked like a mandarin language children's show.

Are there any easy ways to get gasoline smell off your hands?

Belt sander.

Okay, I'll go fire it up. But once I'm done, what do I do with my bleeding fingertips?

Tell everyone your new guitar is hell.

But once I'm done, what do I do with my bleeding fingertips?

Hydrogen peroxide.

You people are funny but not very helpful.

Lemon juice sometimes removes odors. I don't know about gasoline, though. Who'd you douse, anyhow?

See, this is why war sucks. Because my husband should be the one with gas on his hands and I should be offering helpful suggestions involving belt sanders.

The battery in his car was dead and it was low on gas. I got the battery re-charged but I didn't want to chance driving it to the station because who would get me if it died. I got some gas in one of our gas cans but when I poured it in the tank it leaked.

ETA: Also, there is now a small almost-dry puddle of gas on the garage floor. I don't think that's very good, but I'm hoping evaporation will take care of the problem.