As I was sitting downstairs studying the other day, I could hear soon-to-be-ex-Hub rummaging around in every cupboard, drawer, and closet space in our upstairs bathroom. You know it'll turn interesting when the conversation goes like this...
Me: "Are you alright up there?"
Soon-to-be-ex-Hub: "No."
Me: "What's the matter?"
Soon-to-be-ex-Hub: "I can't stop the bleeding."
Silence.
I make my way upstairs only to find that he has, in fact, cut himself and he can't, in fact, stop the bleeding. I patch him up and make sure to comment that any one he dates in the future will also need to have some sort of medical or first aid training.
Fun times.
xo,
Ms. V
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I remember when I was in high school I was visiting Jamie Bouissey and showing him my new Swiss Army knife. I managed to cut myself with it (again) while displaying it to Jamie and his parents. They thought I was nuts because I was gushing blood and laughing hysterically. I was laughing hysterically because I'd only had the knife about a week and that had been the 4th or 5th time I'd managed to cut myself with it. And hey, if you can't laugh at yourself in such times, when can you?
In hindsight I probably came off as a bit deranged...
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