I'll use red tonight, since it is the most appropriate color. As you know, dh and I are redoing the bathroom. Well, tonight should have been the easiest part, gluing up the surround. Well, we got the glue up, put the piece up and it fit beautifully, except for one corner. It needed to be trimmed. Of course, dh begins cursing and getting all upset. I tell him to settle down, and not worry. We can fix it. He says, the glue is drying, we have to cut it. So, being the good wife I am, I pick up the utility knife....however, at the time I am saying, "Quit whining about it....you are always so crabby!" It is at this moment that he decides to grab the knife from me. Of course, I have it, blade side down against my fingers....
Fast forward to me standing at the sink....crimson droplets running down my hand....dh all apologetic. I admit, I did act a bit more injured than I really was....but hey, I deserve it! It did cut pretty deep, and I am bandaged up. But, thankfully, I am able to type. Dh brought me ice cream this evening. And he keeps coming in here and apologizing....I even got a pretty good kiss!
So, I am recovering now, making a journal entry and typing slowly but surely. Too bad aol by phone isn't working. It would be a lot easier on my poor little fingers....
4 comments:
Oh you poor wittle baby! And, to think your hubby did this to you?! I think that deserves a day of shopping, don't you?! Guilt can go a long, long way. Hee-hee! Hope you are feeling better and I hope that you washed that cut out good since it was made with metal! Yech! Kisses to your boo-boo!
Hugs and Love, Lisa
A booboo got you a kiss? I never get a kiss from a boo boo..why not? Oh I see it has to be a DH inflicted boo boo that in turn inflicts guilt upon him, I must show blood...um no he can keep his damn kiss. Feel better, send me another voice thing today I loved it!
Some girls will do anything for a bowl of ice cream hahaha Sorry that happened but it seems you made the best of it. Oh the guilt of it all!!! Hugs Lanny
I have cut myself so many times (in the kitche) and I nearly faint dead away. Poor you...I know it HURTS.
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