Monday, June 17, 2013

On Bleeding Out

Husband was getting dinner ready and I went to fetch Lil Fella from the neighbors. I walk in to Husband with a blood soaked towel wrapped around his finger.

Husband: Everything's fine! There's no problem here!

Me: Did you just cut the tip of your finger off on the mandoline?

Husband: Yes. That is exactly what I did.

Me: Jesus. Do you need stitches?

Husband: No, we ain't go no money fo dat!

Me: We have health insurance, honey. That's what it's for.

Husband: It's fine! If I need stitches, I'll just get drunk and do it myself!

Me: That sounds like a very poorly thought out plan of action.