As I was be-popping around in the bedroom to music and organizing some boxes, I heard a yell coming from the kitchen (Ryan was cutting vegetables to make stir fry for lunch). I quickly ran in and asked what was wrong and He was standing at the sink saying he cut his finger and he was groaning in pain.
Now if you know me I can somewhat panic when it comes to someone getting hurt, soooo... I went over to see if I could help/fix/be-a-mother-kissing-a-boo-boo for his finger. As I got closer and saw the knife by the sink and the water running over his finger he starts to say "get the tip of my finger out of the sink". WAIT... WHAT???
I started to panic, but I was trying to hold it together and not freak out. I am looking and see nothing... I tell him I don't see it... but he is telling me it's in there. I am now moving dishes and of course it is on the garbage disposal side. Now I am thinking how I am going to get my husbands finger out of the garbage disposal....
Then he starts laughing and shows me his finger with a little cut.... Yeah, I pretty much had a heart attack for nothing. He hugged me and said "Aw.... You still Love me". Umm... yeah I love you... maybe not now... Well yes I do, but still.
Then he proceeded to ask if I had any band aids. Yeah, I have one buddy, but not for you. Ok, so I gave him a band aid and fixed his cut with Neosporin. Next time, I think I might let him bleed out if he cries wolf again.
I am just thankful he is one piece and our day is not spent in the emergency room trying to get his garbage-disposal-germ-infested-finger attached back to his hand. Be grateful for the little things. Oh, yeah and thankful for the ability to laugh and find the funniness in my husbands kind of "joke".
2 comments:
Heheheh! I think I would have had a heart attack too, if someone had done that to me, but I can also totally see the funny side, and I am very glad he did not actually chop off his finger. :P
Oh, man, that is cruel! Adiah is precious, btw.
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