In an unfortunate episode with scissors (weren’t they blunt when we were kids?), I find myself bleeding profusely.
Mo slaps a bandage on it and says that we need to wrap it.
I point out that it seems silly to wrap it. She would just turn around and unwrap it later. She already knows it’s a hand, so there would be no surprise. And we haven’t unpacked yet so who knows where the ribbon is anyway. I inquire as to whether we have any leftover gift bags we could stick it in instead. Maybe some colorful tissue to stuff around the sides.
Luckily I pass out at that point from blood loss so the conversation ends.
Mo is a very patient person.
Sounds to me like you are the patient!
Maybe a hospital bracelet for a gift card?
Let me share a little rule we have at the Bartolec residence. Don’t run with scissors. Hope that helps. Take care.
Sir,
You are funny.
No sir. You are a pain in the behind…
Sir,
Your wife is funnier.